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layla4567 · 11 months

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Imagine: A relaxing shower after training

Peter Maximoff x Female reader

Summary: You were practicing hand-to-hand fighting with Quicksilver, even though they both have superpowers, Professor Xavier insisted that we practice other forms of fighting just in case.

Warning: Smut, naked bodies, p in v, fingering

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I don't know why the professor insisted on this, it's ridiculous-you thought-you could incinerate your opponent in a matter of seconds and it's almost impossible (if not impossible) for them to catch Peter with their super speed. Anyway, here we were.

You were wearing a black crop top and gray sports cloth pants and you had your hair tied up for comfort. You went to the training room, there were several tarps on the floor and Peter was waiting for you sitting on one of them

Peter saw you appear in your workout clothes and thought it made your figure stand out but he just scoffed and said

"You finally show up, I've been waiting for you for hours"-he stood up

Speedy (as you liked to call him) was wearing an army green short-sleeved T-shirt and baggy black training pants.

"Oh sorry-you said ironically- it's not my fault SOMEONE is running at the speed of light."

"You are forgiven precious, luckily I am compassionate with those who go to the rhythm of a snail"-he finished with a smirk

sparks began to emanate from your fingers as if you had all the fireworks in the palm of your hands while your gaze hardened

Peter's face turned pale, he was scared when you did that. That's why he knew he didn't have to make you angry

"Uhmm w-well how about we start training before you burn down the place?"

First both stretched a bit so as not to hurt their muscles and then the training began. You practiced with your fists dodging each other, Peter was tempted to use his super speed but held back because the rule was no super powers. You was throwing kicks and Peter barely dodged them.

Suddenly you took his right arm and with a stunt you wrapped your legs around his arm and threw him to the ground, with a hold you raised your hips slightly up so that Peter can't escape the hold.

He didn't expect that, so when he was lying on the floor, scared, he exclaimed

"Time out! I give up!!"

You loosened your legs on his arm and he stood up quickly, holding out his hand so you could get up.

"Since when did you learn to do that?"-Peter said still surprised but still smiling.

There are things you don't know about my Pet..-you said mysterious

"Meow the kitten knows how to defend herself"

"Shut up"

You rolled your eyes and went to your room to take a shower, you were tired and sweaty

You entered your room and prepared the clothes that you were going to use later. You put on your bed a jean and a red shirt. You grabbed a robe and began to undress, dropping your crop top and pants on the floor.

After that you went to the bathroom and opened the tap letting the water run. You made sure that the water is warm enough not to freeze you but not so hot it burns you. You put a hand under the rain while you felt the warm drops slip through your fingers. You waved your hand as soon as the water began to heat up, removed your robe and stepped into the shower.

Peter was running through the halls when he heard the sound of water running from the shower in your room. He was too tired to go to his room on the other side of the mansion and that's when a naughty idea crossed his mind, but he didn't want to be intrusive or bother you, but damn he liked you so much. He decided to sneak into your room thinking if what he was about to do was right or not.

Your door never had a key, at least not during the day, which is why Peter was able to get in easily. The boy saw your clothes lying on the floor and approached your bathroom door.

He knocked three times on the door

"Y/n! Are you there?"-But of course she's there, idiot, where would she be?

You were enjoying the water falling on your face when you felt the blows and the voice of Peter, you shuddered. What was Peter doing here? What did he want now?

"Uh yes Peter I'm here and In case you didn't notice, I'm taking a shower"

"Ye-yeah I know and that's the point I-Uhmm"-He was too nervous to speak

You started to get impatient and feel somewhat uncomfortable when you heard those words..

"Can I shower with you?"

A wave of modesty washed over you, you suddenly felt vulnerable. Showering with Peter? It was something you wouldn't have imagined. Clearly you liked the boy but this was something intimate. But a feeling of adrenaline began to rise through your belly and you didn't know why

Peter had his eyes tightly closed, regretting having exclaimed those words. He was starting to walk away when he heard you say

"Ok, you can come in"

Speedy couldn't believe it, shyly opened the door. He took off his clothes and piled them on the toilet seat. He slightly opened the shower curtain and entered with you closing his eyes

You were waiting for him face to face, the first thing you saw was Peter with his eyes closed so you laughed but then your eyes began to slowly go down to his torso. He had well worked pectorals, his white skin seemed soft and he was tempting you. You kept looking down until you reached her stomach, it looked like a Greek sculpture, and her small waist made you want to hug him and feel his skin in your hands.

You kept looking at his stomach until a thought quickly crossed your mind: Don't keep going down, don't keep going down! And you looked up and to the right blushing and covering your body with your arms

Can I open my eyes now? -When he heard you tell him "yes", he slowly opened one first and then the other and blushed

He looked away out of respect but he couldn't resist and he saw your body again, it was even more beautiful than he thought. You still looked down in embarrassment while covering your private parts. But thighs were still showing, and that's where Peter's eyes went. You had one leg in front of the other, resting your whole body on one of them, which made you look delicious. Peter looked at your hips, you weren't a supermodel but for him it was as if the gods themselves had sculpted you. Your rounded hips gave shape to your waist and accentuated it. Peter's pupils dilated.

Now Peter's eyes were on your shoulders, they ran through your body as if it were a manuscript and ended up on your collarbones to then look at your wet neck. He wanted so much to kiss it and feel the taste of your skin

Peter noticed that you were uncomfortable so he told you not to worry about what it was going to be like if he wasn't there. So he grabbed a sponge, a soap and began to rub his body without looking at you

Slowly you stopped covering your body with your arms and you thanked him with your eyes and turned your back to face the hot rain, it felt so good. You closed your eyes letting the water fall on your body and slide on your skin. The drops seemed to play a race along your legs. They started at your belly and slid down your hips. Meanwhile, Peter was concentrating on not looking at your butt as he rubbed his neck and back with the sponge.

The boy sneakily approached you a little closer to moisten the sponge. Since Peter was taller than you, you felt his warm breath near your ear, he was closer than he should have been. Suddenly and delicately you felt fine fingers pass through the sides of your hip. They slid from top to bottom following the drops of water as if he wanted to clean them. You felt a chill even though the water was hot

His touches were soft, he passed a hand around your waist caressing it slowly, his movements were delicate as if he were molding a sculpture.

"Peter.."-You said almost in a whisper to turn your head and look at him

He looked at you smiling mischievously. You decided to stick closer to his body as you tipped your head back and placed it on his shoulder near his neck to give him more space. Now that you was completely close to him, Peter dropped the sponge and placed both his hands on the sides of your waist. Another shiver ran through your body at the feel of his grip. Peter's hands, manly, went down from your waist to your hips and near the lower area of your belly, reaching your buttocks where he left a small pinch. You moaned but not in pain.

Peter's hands embraced you, they ran through your body as if he wanted to leave paint marks on it, you closed your eyes while your breathing quickened and your toes curled. His left hand went up to your breasts while the other went down to your privacy. First he caressed you on the outside while you didn't know where to hold on to keep from falling to your knees so you placed one hand behind his neck and your other hand grabbing Peter's wrist that was below.

When Peter inserted a finger into your intimate area, you let out a small moan while throwing your head back even more. You felt your lips throb and he liked that. He began to stimulate you by making circles with his finger on your clitoris, the rhythm varied, first they were slow and then fast.

"Oh my god Peter please..!"-you gasped pleadingly then bit your lips

You felt that you were about to cum and you didn't know if you could keep holding yourself back for longer

But Peter didn't give you rest, with your head thrown back he began to place wild, hungry kisses on your neck. The hand that was in your privacy came up and grabbed your jaw. Peter kissed every inch of your neck and jaw as if he were going to devour you, you did nothing but moan with pleasure and purr like a cat. Peter went down to your collarbones and left wet kisses

Tired of being the one receiving and not being able to touch his body, you turned around abruptly and your lips found him. You grabbed his face feeling needy and kissed him voraciously. His tongue explored yours while his hands cupped your ass. They both moan without taking off their mouths.

Peter grabbed your legs and you wrapped them around his hips as he pinned you against the damp shower wall. The sprinter reaffirmed his grip by placing his hands on your thighs and encircling them.

"Are you ready?"-he asked with his pulse racing

You nodded hastily and impatiently, there was no need to ask anything, you just wanted to have it inside of you now. You wrapped your arms around his neck and when you felt his hips loosen inside you, a surge of pleasant electricity ran through your body from head to toe and you opened your mouth in a silent moan. His thrusts were delicate at first but they increased in speed as Peter noticed that the first sensation of pain had disappeared and there was no risk of hurting you. Your body was hitting the wall at a considerable rate but you was enjoying it. Their bodies were drenched in sweat, and not just from the hot water. Your wet hair fell over your shoulders and chest while Peter's fell over his forehead almost covering his eyes. He rose and rose like the temperature, the mirror was fogged up while some of the water fell on Peter's back and torso

God looked so good with his broad back and the raindrops running down his shoulders, it made you feel more feverish. He looked like a maddened bull, his muscles tensed and concentrating on keeping up.

Suddenly Peter threw his head back with his eyes closed and panting he said

"I think I'm about to cum baby"

and said and done with a hoarse growl from Peter you felt the walls of your interior fill with something warm

But he wanted to continue a little more until you did the same so approaching your ear he whispered

"Come on, now cum for me please"-He begged for it like a wounded or helpless animal

Goddamn Maximoff

You closed your eyes and grabbed his hair tightly while our bodies moved frantically up and down like in a fast dance and when you couldn't take it anymore you felt your fluids shoot up.

Maximoff put you back on the ground gently, their bodies felt exhausted and your legs trembled slightly. You turned off the faucet while you two caught your breath and got out of the shower. Peter came out first and wrapped a towel around his hip and held out his hand to help you out as he put on the robe you had come in with.

You finished drying yourself in your room and getting dressed, You expected Peter to do the same but he hadn't brought his clothes. When you pointed it out to him, he ran out of your room even with his robe around his waist. When he ran through the corridors he left small puddles of water. You laughed imagining the poor fool slipping and falling (if Peter hadn't already).

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Professor X was walking through the corridors with his wheelchair when he saw a puddle of water in front of him

"How strange, where does this water come from?"

He saw that Hank was coming up behind him and asked him

"Do you happen to know why there are puddles of water all over the hallway?"

"No idea, maybe the janitor forgot to dry the floor"-Hank said casually.

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I leave this and slowly walk away...

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fandomnerd9602 · 2 months

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Jean: stop!

Jean sends out a shockwave, sending Y/N right into a support beam…

Jean: baby!? (Cries)

Y/N pulls themselves off, quickly healing…

Y/N: can’t die, remember? Jean are you alright?

Jean just hugs them, sobbing…

Y/N: you’re my home Jean. And I will never leave you

Y/N looks one last time to the rest of the X-Men before Jean flies them both away…

Xavier: they’ll be back

For @konstantin609

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #jean grey #Jean grey x reader #dark phoenix #phoenix #phoenix x reader #x men #xmen #xmen movies

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tygerland · 9 months

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Beau is Afraid (2023)

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princess-pathetic-112898 · 1 year

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Jumping on this train with some X-Men

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martianbugsbunny · 9 months

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Love the ending (and ONLY the ending) of Dark Phoenix bc it means Charles and Erik don't just get to be old together, they get to grow old together

They get to watch the lines and the wrinkles form on each other's faces; they get to see all of the events that shape those lines, like the way Charles gets a permanent crinkle between his eyebrows from sighing at the prankster students and the way Erik learns to smile so often that he gets proper crow's feet

Charles gets to see Erik's hair go grey, and then white, and he gets to run his fingers through that white hair even when his hands are gnarled and veiny and shake a little bit

They get to play thousands of games of chess together, day in and day out, night after night, until they have difficulty remembering all the rules and they're not as good at planning strategy as they used to be

All of the mutants they help, they get to watch grow up together; they get to see those mutants get married and have children and then they get to see those children grow up as well and neither of them ever has to feel alone again because in finding each other, Erik and Charles started a community that provides them both with more family than they ever imagined having

And eventually they get to die together, within days or weeks of each other, and be buried side by side after having lived the best years of their lives that same way

#I'm having feelings about old!cherik tonight my dears #I love them so much #and I love them even more when they've gotten to have not just a precious few years back but half of their lives #and they never had to live through most of the war with each other. they just got to know love and peace and family with people like them #crying screaming crying some more #cherik #Charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #professor x #magneto #old!cherik #xmen #xmen movies #xmen dark phoenix #this is the one good thing that movie gave us #also I'm snatching the end of days of future past and my cherik are running the school TOGETHER #no actual dark phoenix nonsense for me tyvm #and no apocalypse nonsense either #just. they go to Paris and get engaged there over chess and then they come home and dedicate their lives to helping other mutants #because that's what they deserve #and it's what I think they would do #and them being co-headmasters of the school makes me feel some type of way #especially when they're old and look like Patrick Stewart and Ian mckellan again #but I love the security of knowing that they get to grow old together either way #martianbugsbunny ships

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exdeputysonso · 1 month

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Brad Dourif as Reiger | Phoenix (1995)

#brad dourif #phoenix 1995 #braddourif*#everycharacter*#92/?#awful movie 👎#but brad... 😍👍#pleased with how this set came out considering the video was insanely dark for some ungodly reason

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swiftie-as-a-coursing-river · 27 days

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Xmen but it’s that cursed bald Freddy picture as Professor X

#idk what compelled me to say this #but it was so cursed I had to share it with the world #cursed #cursed six of crows #grishaverse swifties #six of crows #grishaverse #shadow and bone #kaz brekker #kanej #xmen #xmen 97 #xmen days of future past #xmen dark phoenix #xmen apocalypse #xmen movies #xmen first class #x men comics #professor x

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xaviersjames · 21 days

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They're obsessed with each other and I'm obsessed with them.

Hi lovelies!! It's finally here! My very first fic for Cherik Fic Month! I'm so excited to share it with you all!

For this specific fic, I used prompts number 8 and 26; that's Domestics and Cooking.

I hope you all enjoy!!

Sweetest Midnight

The wedding is in two months. Charles Xavier gets to marry his best friend; the love of his life. It still feels surreal sometimes, and he’s often caught staring at the gold band of metal on his finger, marveling, or running his thumb over it—sometimes slipping it off to reveal the cursive string of words etched on the inside, reading serenity, with you.

Two taps, Erik had once said, Just give it two taps if ever you need me, and I’ll be there. I’ll feel it, Charles.

Charles looks at it now, underneath the warm yellow desk light of his study table. He runs a hand through his hair as he sorts through his papers; he’s finally done. A lot earlier than usual; it’s midnight and everyone is asleep—including his Erik, on the couch in the corner of the room.

That’s one of the things Charles loves about Erik—maybe it has to do with the fact that they don’t get to spend much time alone together throughout the day, both having classes to teach and training to do, but since he moved into the mansion, he never lets Charles stay up by himself. No matter how tired he is, if Charles has work to do and decides to stay up late, Erik will stubbornly follow him, dragging a blanket along—in case I fall asleep, which I won’t, he always says.

Of course, he always does.

“Erik, darling,” he calls softly before standing and shuffling over to the couch, trailing two fingertips gently over Erik’s brow. “Let’s move to bed.”

Erik whines softly, curling his blanket tighter around himself. “Don’t wanna,” he mumbles, still half-asleep. Charles sighs softly. The last time Erik stayed on the couch the entire night, he didn’t stop complaining about several aches in his body the next day.

He kneels next to the couch and uses a single hand to cup Erik’s jaw. “Please?” he whispers. Erik stirs again, still in the safe space between dreams and reality. Probably without meaning to, he projects a snippet of one of those dreams to Charles.

The taste of cool ice cream is in his mouth all of a sudden, the smell of warm chocolate all-encompassing.

Charles looks at Erik incredulously, fondness seeping from his pores.

He’s dreaming about sweets, Charles thinks to himself, that’s the most precious thing in the world, my God.

“You want dessert, darling?” Charles says through a laugh, burying his face in Erik’s arm.

“Mhm,” Erik murmurs sleepily.

“If you could have anything in the world right now,” Charles says into Erik’s skin, “What would it be?”

It’s a question he asks Erik frequently.

The thing about Erik is that he doesn’t know how to ask for things; he’s not used to being spoiled—and the thing about Charles is that he’s more generous than he lets on. All he does is give, and give, and give.

So Charles asks the question as if it’s hypothetical. And that gives Erik an excuse to ask for what he needs, and it gives Charles an excuse to give him exactly that.

His answer is what Charles expects.

“Brownies,” Erik whispers as his eyes open into narrow slits, gray-green and glittering in the low light.

Charles giggles. It’s another thing of theirs.

The Red Barn Bakery has some of the best brownies in town and Erik is obsessed with them. The two of them are always looking for an excuse to go get brownies and a coffee and neither of them are ever complaining about it.

“You’ll have to get up, then,” Charles sing-songs and laughs as Erik groans. Charles—still fully dressed—lifts himself up off of the ground and grabs his tweed jacket off the back of one of the seats in his study. Erik sits up and glares at him.

“There’s no way I’m getting dressed for this,” he says.

“No problem,” Charles says, trying to contain his laughter—and quite truthfully, his fondness—at the image of a messy-haired Erik standing in the middle of the bakery in his pajama bottoms and his sleep shirt.

“No brownies,” The cashier, Alex, says with a regretful look on his face, right as the pair of them walk in, and, “I’m really sorry,” with a pointed look in Erik’s direction. That’s how often they come here. All of the staff know them. And all of the staff know about Erik’s little chocolatey obsession.

Erik scowls and Alex looks vaguely amused.

Charles laughs and orders them coffee—a hazelnut latte for him and a cappuccino for Erik.

“Thank you very much, Alex,” Charles calls cheerfully as they leave. “Enjoy the rest of your—well, morning.”

“I’ll drive,” Charles says mischievously as they reach the parking lot.

They huddle back into the warm car and Charles puts a hand on Erik’s pajama-pant clad knee, watching the way his ring glimmers under the streetlight, his heart swelling.

“Everything’s a lot more fun when you’re here, you know that?” Charles says, running a thumb over the ring and watching as it makes Erik shiver and stop with his coffee halfway to his mouth.

“Thank you for being here.” he whispers, pulling Erik in for a sweet kiss.

When they pull up to the grocery store, Erik looks to him in confusion. Charles just smiles, unbuckles his seatbelt and says, “Let’s go, then,”

Charles forgets about the streak of gray starting to come in where his hair is concerned as they run through the empty aisles like teenagers. They’re ageless. He forgets about the tons and tons of work that there would be to do later, he forgets about all of the issues in his little world.

With Erik, his world is a whole lot bigger, and there are way less issues.

He dumps eggs, milk, cocoa, flour, sugar, butter, a tub of ice cream and some chocolate chips into his basket and watches as the understanding dawns on Erik’s face.

He smiles as Erik presses him back against the shelves, whispering against his mouth, “Thank you. There’s no one on this earth who’s luckier than I am. Not even you. And that’s saying something.”

Charles laughs and before he can even open his mouth for a smart retort, Erik shuts him straight up.

The cashier must notice, right?

The flush on their cheeks.

The way their mouths are red and swollen.

The way their eyes shimmer brighter than anything in the universe.

If she does, she doesn’t say anything. She simply smiles and tells them to have a good night. And oh, oh God, they do.

Coming home to a dark mansion will always be less depressing when Erik is with him, Charles thinks.

Later on in the morning, the students will be up and about, their buzz and chatter an integral part of Charles’ life, almost like the crackle of electricity in his brain. He can’t live without it.

But this, this is also something he can’t live without. The quiet that comes with Erik. The serenity. There’s no one he'd rather spend his life with.

With that thought, he runs his thumb over the gold band of metal on his ring finger again. Erik exhales shakily from his spot across the counter, almost dropping the mixing bowl.

“Schatz, if you keep doing that, I don’t think we’ll get done over here,” he says, shooting a pointed look at Charles.

“Sorry!” Charles says, giggling.

“You’re not, are you?” Erik says, making his way around the counter in two quick strides, catching Charles by the arm and pulling him toward him, digging his fingers into his abdomen and tickling.

"Erik!" Charles hiccups through bubbling laughter.

"Shh," Erik says through his giggles, burying his face into Charles’ neck. “You’ll wake the kiddies up.”

Charles pauses, tangling his fingers in Erik’s hair and tugging his head up to look him in the eye; he could list a million and one things he loves about Erik, but one of the things that would definitely go right on top is how fond he clearly is of the kids recently.

He reaches up and presses a kiss to Erik’s mouth; he tastes like brownie batter and coffee and Charles wants to melt into him.

Charles shoves his sudden emotions down as best as he can and says, “Speaking of getting this done,” and he picks up the mixing bowl, “Let’s get this in the oven before you eat it all, hm?”

Erik shoves his shoulder playfully but smiles. “Yeah. Yeah, let’s do that.”

Twenty minutes later, Charles is cutting into the fudgiest, warmest brownie in the world and he can’t think of a better person to share it with. He tops it with some ice cream and says to Erik, “Dream come true?”

“Yes, you are,” Erik says, leaning in for another kiss.

They share many more kisses that night. Many, many more kisses that taste like brownies, ice cream, coffee and home.

Later, they brush their teeth side-by-side and giggle like idiots while smiling at each other in the mirror.

“You really ought to get some sleep,” Erik says as they get into bed and as he pulls the sheets over them.

“I really do.” Charles says through a giggle.

It’s going to be a wonderful life, and I get to spend it all with you. Charles thinks with a smile before drifting off.

#revivecherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #x men #x men first class #x men movies #xmen #x men apocalypse #x men dark phoenix #alex summers #cherik

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eatlembasbread · 25 days

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Only Cherik can pull off boyfriends to enemies to friends to husbands.

#xmen #cherik #xmen movies #charles xavier #movie charles xavier #movie erik lensherr #erik lehnsherr #movie cherik #xmen first class #xmen days of future past #xmen apocalypse #xmen dark phoenix #love tropes

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willowcrowned · 3 months

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watched all the x men movies. i have some thoughts (ft @dykerory)

and finally

#if I could include the solid thirty seconds of hysterical laughter #that followed whatever the fuck fassbender was doing in that helicopter scene in dark phoenix. I would #what a terrible terrible movie #x men #f slur #(reclaimed)

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layla4567 · 8 months

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Nursing day

Quicksilver x reader

Summary: The last battle against Jean was not gratifying and your boyfriend got the worst of it. Now while he is in the infirmary you visit him every so often and take care of him

Warning: injuries, mention of blood, fluff, a bit of angst, very poor plot of the film dark phoenix, spoilers of that movie, mention of death by impalement, a bit of coursing words

Jean was out of control, we didn't understand what was happening to her and to top it off she refused to receive help. Ororo, Hank, Charles, Raven, Scott, Peter, and I were trying to reason with her and reassure her that we wouldn't hurt her. On the other hand, the patrolmen had managed to upset Jean and now all that remained was to try to stop her, unfortunately we had to fight. Kurt was the first to strike, he teleported behind her but Jean's powers had expanded to unmatched levels and with a simple movement of her hand she pushed Kurt away as if he were a simple fly. Some policemen had approached and were pointing their guns at Jean, scared I approached but a hand stopped me

"Not yet"

Professor Xavier sitting next to me looked at me with a worried frown, he knew that even if I wanted to stop her it would be impossible.

Concerned, I saw how before the policemen could shoot, Jean yelled for them to stop and extending her arms, she overturned the cars, moving away, also blowing up the policemen. I could see that Jean's eyes had an orange aura around the pupil, right in the iris. And from his cheeks ran some kind of veins the color of fire.

This was too much for me, I wanted to help and I didn't know how. I was a mutant with cryokinesis. I could absorb energy and convert it into ice, as well as freeze things and people. Even so, I didn't think my powers could be of much use this time, Jean far surpassed me, to tell the truth, at that moment she surpassed all of us. I was trying to think of a strategy while Raven was talking to Jean to reassure her when to my horror I watched as Raven flew off and was impaled near a tree. I felt my legs lose strength as I raised a hand to my mouth in horror, Charles next to me had wet eyes and his lips trembled. Hank yelled her name hoarsely as he went to help her but unfortunately it was too late.

This was getting out of hand and I stepped in determined to end this once and for all. I could already feel that characteristic cold in my hands when I used my powers when suddenly Charles stopped me again.

"No!...wait.."

I turned around annoyed, not understanding why our professor refused to cooperate and stood idly by, but when I saw his afflicted face and his eyes full of tears, I understood that he didn't want to lose another student. I shake my head in frustration as I rack my brain trying to come up with some plan that will work, when I feel Peter stop next to me.

"Leave it to me"

With a quick and sure movement he put the glasses he was wearing on his head and ran towards Jean before we could stop him. Charles and I yelled at him to stop but he was gone at the speed of light. With my heart in a fist I was expecting the worst. Peter went to her climbing pieces of wood, we couldn't see him because he was going very fast but I could see how Jean made a movement of her hand and moved away a board where Peter was just going to step making him lose his balance and fall. Peter fell like a sack of potatoes and rolled abruptly ending up sprawled on the grass of a garden.

"NO!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs and trembling I ran to where Peter was. I approached calling him urgently but he didn't respond, his face was dirty and bruised. I took his face in fear. I saw how blood began to emanate from a wound on his forehead. Compunged and with teary eyes, I quickly looked for his pulse and breathed with relief when I verified that he was only unconscious. Inside me, sadness and anger swirled. I wanted to break everything. I was furious, with Jean, with Charles but especially with myself. If I hadn't hesitated so much I could have prevented this, or at least prevented Peter from going to confront him and going instead, even though that meant I could end up badly hurt.

when all seemed lost, out of nowhere Jean realized the damage she had done, she seemed to have woken up from a heavy trance. She looked around scared and with a special grimace of grief towards where Raven's body was. She couldn't help it and flew off in a hurry after muttering sorry. Apparently Charles had restored Jean's mind to normal.

With Raven's body in Hank's arms and Kurt and Scott holding Peter we rushed to the mansion urgently. I held Peter's hand in anguish, hoping that he would recover and that it was nothing too serious. When we got there Peter was taken to a parlor to put him on a gurney while the others prepared Raven's funeral. I stayed with Storm sitting on a bench. I was nervous so she put a hand on my shoulder and comforted me saying that everything would be fine. So much had happened in such a short time, and I didn't know who to feel worse for than Raven or my boyfriend, Peter.

Suddenly I saw Peter come out on a stretcher. I immediately stood up and ran to where they were taking him. His face was destroyed, he was wearing a bandage on his head and blood was coming out of his nose, apparently broken.

"Peter..!"

He turned making an effort to look at me, his eyes seemed to ask for help. They quickly took him to the infirmary. I took a step and stretched out my arm as if trying to catch my boyfriend who was walking away hurt. Storm stopped me by grabbing my hand as if she was afraid I might run away. Seeing him like this was the straw that broke the camel's back and I began to cry inconsolably collapsing in Ororo's arms.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine, at least he's still alive"

She rubbed my back as she wrapped me in a warm hug, but I couldn't calm down. I felt terribly guilty, if I had used my powers before Peter wouldn't be in the infirmary now.

The days that followed were hard, we didn't know anything about Jean and Raven's absence felt present like a heavy shadow loaded with misery. Peter was still being cared for in the infirmary but visitors were still not being accepted. I bite my nails all the time walking from here to there in my room. From time to time Scott or Kurt would visit me and tell me that I don't have to worry about anything and that I could see Peter soon.

and indeed it was. One day I was trying to study without much success when someone knocked on my door, it was Scott. He seemed to have a confident smile and that could only mean one thing, I nervously asked him.

"Yeah, you can go see him"

I felt a weight lift off of me, hugged Scott and ran to the infirmary. Upon arrival they told me that Peter was resting but that I could see him for a few minutes. Nervously I entered the room and saw my boyfriend lying on the table with a bandage on his nose, on his head and a bruise on his eye. I felt my stomach drop but I tried to keep my composure so it wouldn't show. I sat near him in a chair. Despite the injuries he seemed to sleep peacefully, I couldn't help but put my hand on his caressing him. Feeling the warmth of my hand Peter woke up confused. He slowly turned his head with a wince and looked at me with tired eyes. I smiled at him as best I could but my eyes were starting to get wet again.

"Hey.. Elsa"

Peter always made fun of me by calling me that. I couldn't help but shake my head and laugh, but soon the laughter turned into crying and lowering my head I started to sob, all the emotions that I had experienced those days came together and came out in the form of tears.

Peter looked at me with a frown.

"Please, don't cry."-said almost in a whisper

But I couldn't help it, I grabbed my face with my hands. Peter made an effort to reach out a hand and put it on my arm with a pitiful whimper. Noticing this, I quickly held his hand, fearing that he might hurt himself by trying too hard.

"Baby, I'm ok"-he said

Peter went to great lengths to pretend everything was fine when he had a broken nose and a bruised eye. But that filled me with tenderness, he just didn't want to worry me

"Shh..don't say anything, you have to regain your strength"

I took his hand and kissed the back of it and he smiled. Peter may have a super quick regeneration ability but this time it will definitely take him a little longer to recover. When visiting hours were over, I promised Peter that I would visit him every day and bring him something different so he wouldn't get bored.

I went to see Peter the next day, carrying a Walkman with his favorite playlist. I sat in the same chair with the walkman hidden in my back

"Hi sweetie"

Peter looked at me with a glint of excitement in his eyes and a small smirk.

"Hi doll"

"guess what i brought for you today"

Peter just shrugged slowly so I showed him the walkman and his smile widened. I got up and put him the headphones on giving him a sweet little kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Ow"

His nose was still hurt, I laughed softly and apologized. Luckily now Peter could move a little more so he grabbed the walkman and picked a song at random. Some songs that I had chosen were songs that we used to listen to together.

"Listen to number 5, I know you'll like it"

He obeyed me. His serious face little by little lit up and transformed into an open smile, almost a laugh.

"I can't believe you added this song" he laughed "Sweet dreams are made of this.."

Of course, I had to add his favorite song that he made me listen to exhaustion only to look at me funny when I hummed it distractedly. The minutes passed and once again I had to leave Peter alone but promising to return another day.

The days passed and I brought him more and more things to entertain himself. One day I went to a comic book store and bought his favorites.

Peter was already waiting impatiently for me to know what I had brought him this time, when I entered my boyfriend looked at me anxiously like a child waiting for his Christmas present. Patiently he waited for me to sit in my chair like a learned ritual and asked me what I had brought him this time.

"You have to guess, love"

That was a kind of game that we had between the two of us, every time I brought him something he had to guess. If I noticed that it was difficult for him to guess the object, I would leave clues for him. If he didn't guess it, sometimes he made me beg a little until he begged me to give it to him. And if he guessed as a prize, he would not only give him the object but also a kiss.

"Mmh is my favorite drink?" I shook my head.

"Ok, ok. Did you bring me a gameboy?"

"Sorry, not today"

Peter put a finger to his forehead trying to think by closing his eyes. I laughed at his face.

"Damn, babe give me a clue." Peter made a piteous pout.

"Okay, the object behind my back is smooth and is something children often read"

Peter frowned and stared at nothing, confused and thinking, I had to stifle a laugh. Suddenly he opened his eyes in surprise.

"I know!, you brought me a comic!!"

"Ding, ding, ding!. You got it"

I gave the comic to Peter giving him a tender kiss as well, who started clapping like a child. It did me good to see him happy. I knew how hard it was for him to be on a stretcher without being able to use his powers. That's why I did my best so that he wouldn't get bored and disobey by escaping from the infirmary.

As the days passed Peter was recovering, his bruise had completely disappeared and several bandages had been removed. Even he could already sit up straight on the stretcher. This time I brought him something special, something he had always wanted but for some reason could never have. Even as a good kleptomaniac that he was, he had tried to steal it from stores without much success.

"How is my favorite boy?"

Peter sat grinning on his stretcher.

"Very bad, I have abstinence from your kisses"

I rolled my eyes laughing as our usual guessing game began.

"Alright, I guess you brought me a water pistol today" He said with his arms crossed and raising an eyebrow smiling

"No, but you were close, it's a toy"

"An action figure?"

"Nope"

Peter ran out of ideas and began listing all the toys he knew.

"A robot? A ship? A drone? Come on doll, what is it?. He grumbled angry

"You give up? Oh then I guess I can't give it to you"

Peter leaned back on the stretcher pouting and grunting, I couldn't help but laugh and so he wouldn't get mad at me I showed him the toy. When Peter saw it his face went from a frustrated grimace to a gaping ecstasy and surprise. What he had brought her was a lit red remote-controlled car. But it wasn't just any car, it was a limited edition toy that Peter had seen in an ad when he was a kid.

"NO WAY! WHERE DID YOU GET IT?!"

"At a garage fair, I exchanged it for another object" I said laughing while my boyfriend took the car and began to play

I saw him happy as a loving mother watching her son grow. Suddenly, Peter stopped playing and looked at me seriously, stretching out his arms as if he wanted to hug me.

"And my kiss?"

I approached him laughing happily and planted a kiss on his lips taking his face in my hands

That afternoon I was trying to figure out what gift I could bring to Peter. I didn't know when they were going to discharge him so I had no choice but to keep looking for things that he liked. I didn't know what to give him anymore, I had gone to convenience stores, thrift stores, even his favorite fast food joints.

I went to my room to try to find something I could do with my own hands, it would be a different gift, handmade but I was sure he would like it. I rummaged through my desk opening and closing drawers without finding anything that would help me. I turned my room on its head without being able to find something that would work for Peter. In a bad mood I left there walking through the halls and asking my friends what I could give him. No one gave me an answer to my liking.

It was already time for the visit to the infirmary and I had nothing to bring him. Disappointed, I had no choice but to go to where Peter was and tell him that I hadn't brought him anything. I could already imagine his face, at first he would laugh thinking it was a joke, but then he would look at me disappointed but not before trying to hide it by telling me that it didn't matter. I hated to disappoint Peter. With these thoughts in my head I distractedly headed to the infirmary but upon entering the room I had not realized that Peter's stretcher was empty. I had my head down and that's why I didn't realize it but when I raised it and my eyes searched the place I worried. Where the hell had Peter gone? Didn't he take it anymore and ran away?

Cursing under my breath I started looking everywhere for him nervously.. Peter could be very impulsive and do stupid things when he got bored. I went to other rooms in the infirmary in case they had transferred him but I couldn't find him. Nervous, I ran through the entire mansion looking for him. In the end I was standing at the entrance of the mansion staring out and biting a nail concentrated. Damn it, where could he have gone?

"Shit, shit ,shit. You only had one rule and you broke it, idiot. Why didn't you stay in the infirmary? Don't you realize you're hurt, you sewer slime?"

If I were in a cartoon, smoke would already be coming out of my ears. Suddenly a voice behind me froze my blood

"Uhh, do you talk to your mother with that mouth, baby?"

I turned around in disbelief, there in front of me was Peter with his usual clothes looking at me with mockery. I yelled with excitement and hugged him around his neck as he picked me up and spun me around until I laughed.

when he put me down I gave him a little hit on his shoulder and told him angrily

"Where the fuck were you??, I looked for you everywhere"

"First of all ouch, and secondly the nurse released me this morning. She told me that my wounds are healed, what do you think?"

Peter spread his arms wide and spun around as if he were posing in a new set of clothes. I smiled and gave him a passionate kiss that he returned around my waist.

"You could have told me, couldn't you?"

"Sorry, babe it was a surprise. I also wanted to see how you got angry, it's adorable"

"Peter.."

"Sorry"

Peter cleared his throat. "Speaking seriously, I wanted to thank you for everything you did for me these days, even if it wasn't necessary. It's nice that you went to the trouble of entertaining a loser like me."

Sometimes Peter called himself a loser even though he really wasn't. In fact, sometimes I didn't know if he did it on purpose to pity me and manipulate me into doing him a favor or if he actually thought that way about himself. This time he seemed sincere.

I put a finger to his lips shutting him up."It was a pleasure to have done all that for you"

He smiled puffing out his chest with pride.

"And you already know that you are my favorite loser"-I winked mischievously

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