✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝚁𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝙶𝚘𝚍 | 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 | 𝚇-𝙼𝙴𝙽

You screw in a metal hole, before playing the final cover. You snatch the extra metal you had warped into your pocket before turning and watching from above all the students roam outside of the school.

Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters

The strings to your platform barely shook. You'd volunteered for the school rebuilding process, as helpful as metal powers are they couldn't do everything.

You plug two earbuds in, and let your way too loud music fill your ears. You Lean back and let the Sun shine on your skin, which didn't happen a lot. You worked down in the labs and your shuttered dorm a lot.

Y/n.

You turn the other way to ignore the man's telepathy.

Y/n.

You groan, before sitting up. You look through the window a millimeter behind you. Charles and Eric were speaking to someone. It looked like it was getting heated. Eric stood in front of him and faced the aggressive man.

You watch intently, with a finger on your chin. You slide on your mask to get a closer look.

You definitely did not recognize this man.

With a pull to the role beside you. You landed on the ground and peeked at the conversation.

The man's turn almost made you jump. His smile grew as he ran to you. You quickly move out of the way, before Eric levitates the man away. "Get out! I will not ask you again!" you gulp. "Elk! You're the Elk! You're the savior! You're the end! Your our God..!" the man prays, as tears fall down his eyes.

"Y/n do you know this man?" Charles asks, turning to you, who is stepping away. "I don't think so." "Put him down for a second Eric will you?" His boyfriend accepts the request. He immediately slides onto the floor in a beg in front of you. "You were there at the dawn of time, in the war, every war! Your followers await you!"

His eyes made you want to puke. Just as they changed. "Just uh- get up," you say slowly, more cautiously. "I can prove it! I can prove My worth. I know you are her! I know it." he rips your hat off, showing your would-be antlers. You cut them to stubs.

"That's enough! Get out!" Charles rushes, "You can't stop us! We are the Origin! We will survive! She will let us survive!" You take back your hat and put it on quickly. "I love you! I love you!" he yells, until a flash of silver passes over him. You almost hide behind Charles.

You had to get the hell out of here.

He knew you were a time traveler. He must've just thought you were a god, not a runaway mutant teen.

"Cool..." You walk away, only to see everyone in the halls looking at you and Charles. "I believe there is more to you than you have let off. Let's talk." "maybe later." you excuse, pushing through the crowd to get upstairs. After a few steps you dash there, Your X gene was tricky, you could speed up, pause, or slow anything. Including yourself, so with a thought you could run as fast as- anything.

you lock your dorm's door behind you and begin to stash and pack all your steals and belongings, before pausing time. Even though you had all the time in the world to pack, you hurried. You took a last glance out your covered window. A crowd of people. All wearing Antler headbands and hats.

You gulp again.

A cult. Your time-traveling adventures had led to a cult throughout time.

You bounced when a knock erupted from your door.

But no one could be there. No one could be there, you paused time. No one fast enough could be there. "Uh, did you do this?" A voice asks, you open the door with a swing, and a gun in the other hand. A gun you built.

"How are you still walking around" You look at the boy in front of you. Silver hair, dark eyes. A blush pulled onto your cheeks. You throw the gun away and try to shut the door, but he stops it with his hand, "What's going on?" You put your bag over your shoulder. "I paused everything, but you're not supposed to be just..walking around.." You ponder.

"What's your- mutant right?" "I'm usually fast." You shrug, "Faster than time. I will make sure your children won't be with those clowns." You note that he was a pretty good match to your quirk. "There's more of that loser from before?" You drop your bag and point to the window. "Yikes!" You begin to walk out the door with your full duffel bag. "Where are you going?" You walk through the frozen hall. "Not here. That British guy is totally onto me, you're basically a walking loophole to my powers, And now I accidentally started a cult."

Peter catches up to you. "Won't they just follow you?" "I'll find a time and place where they aren't. I stayed here too long anyway." Peter stands in front of you, "You can time travel?" You nod and go past him. "What about run? Can you go fast?" "As fast as you." He smiles, "It's a time thing, I can slow it, speed it, or pause it. Including myself, which I'll use to get away from here now."

Peter grabs your arm, "Woah Woah Woah! Wait! This is literally the best place to be for mutants." "If you want to be one sure, but Wouldn't you rather just go somewhere where no one knows? It's less drama. Sure, there isn't any good music but- staying in my OG time is so lame." "So you're from the 70's?" "It was an honest vacation home really."

"Is that why you cut them off?" You look back at him. "Cut off what?" He rips your hat off and wears it. "Wouldn't you rather let them grow out? Kinda stuffy in a hat don't you think?" You blush, "Look, I'm bouncing. Some of us got lucky and can be as fast as you without two sprouting antlers. I mean, look at me! I gotta wear shades if I wanna live the high life. And people think I wanna have white hair! Or these things what even are these?!" You rant, your eyes were a tinted red, white hair, every time you messed with time. And Red lines across your body.

"Not here." "I got a cult here. I don't wanna deal with that. Don't worry, that metal guy could totally take those wimps. And they'll probably leave you alone once they realize I ditched the place." "Hey- come on just try it!" You raise your eyebrow. "Why do you care? I never took you for a preppy type. Not with that taste." He looks down at his shirt, "You listen to Pink Floyd?" "It's the music of the century- All centuries. It's amazing..." Peter jumps down in front of you again.

"That Cult's nothing! I could just throw them into the Pentagon and It's all solved. You could teach me how to play guitar." "Just stay. come on." You look at him again. "How did you know that?" He blushes with a shrug. "Lucky guess." You look at him closer.

"You were the one who got rid of that cult guy..." "Nope. not ringing any bells." "You're... Totally...." Peter waited for you to guess his huge crush on you. How he watched you from afar, cocky as he is he never got the confidence to ask you out.

"PART OF THAT CULT!" you jump, before rushing away. "What?!" "No! No! I just- Like-" You pull out that gun again. "I told you stuff! Sorry!" you add. Peter puts his hands up. "Okay okay! But I'm not a snitch, and not part of a cult." you clasp the trigger. "You're a dirty liar! Using your cool punk persona to try and turn me into them jerks!"

Peter blushes slightly, "No! I just- looked at your file and stuff!" you tilted your head like a confused puppy. "I was kinda into you..." He begins, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh." you pull down the gun before another blush falls onto your face. "Okay! Uh- Wasn't expecting this."

"So... You're not gonna shoot me?" "Probably not." "that's cool." "uhuh." "Kiss me then." you were usually very reckless, like now. Because you could undo the last thing, or ditch that timeline. But now, this was real. Now. Unchanging.

"You.. Want me to?" "If you're scared.." you begin, "No no! I'm not!" Peter takes a few steps closer to you until you are a meter apart. You could feel his breath on your face. Not that you paid any attention to anything other than his nervous gaze.

He put his hands on the side of your arms, before finally leaning in. You feel your bag droop from your fingers.

In a minute, it was over. No rewinding, no reliving. No retries. He leaned back waiting for your response. "How did I do doc?" you tilt your head again and look at the bag on the floor. You tilt your whole body right, looking behind him. He follows the motion and looks at you.

"Yeah. Let's go back. "