✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙸 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 | 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 | 𝚇-𝙼𝙴𝙽

Cold.

Your eyes crack open, frost had formed on your eyelashes. You flinch to see your surroundings. You were in a frozen world. Snow, frost, and a huge furry Wooly Mammoth surrounded you. You gulp,  you must have fallen asleep.

You rub your hands together to create fiction. Once you do you slam your hand up and find yourself thrown onto a familiar polished wooden floor. You don't have the energy to groan, you definitely had some type of hyperthermia.

You watch your hands fall, as you curl up.

Kids backed up seeing a girl thrown into the main hall of Xavier's school of gifted youngsters. "Mr. Xavier!" a few kids yelled, while others scattered. A silver dash interrupted them.

"Y/n?" Peter tilts his head to see you better. With wide eyes, he picks you up and runs to Hank's office. "Hank!" he screams, a few seconds later with a poof of blue smoke a few mutants arrive.

You were shivering in Peter's arms. "What happened?" Hank ran up, turning on his equipment. "She was thrown into the main staircase. Frozen, she's coming in and out of consciousness." Charles assesses, watching the two. "Jean!" Erik calls.

She steps up and lets some of her magic flow into her hands. Peter tightened his grip around you for a moment, watching her hands carefully. "What are you doing with those?" "She needs some heat." Peter slowly leans you over.

Jean puts her hand on your chest to heat up your main systems. "Their pulse is weak.." "Do something!" Peter scolds, after hearing Jean's assessment. "Peter, get on the table with them. Your accelerated body heat could match theirs. Jean keep it up. I have to connect some IVs."

As they followed his instructions, Charles and Eric watched with worry. "How did they get like this?" Eric watches, "I suppose their mutation is hyperactive. Much like Jean's, it might react to emotion or bottled thoughts. These explode when Y/n sleeps, and.. They get popped into a random century. This time, frozen wise."

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"Sup." you blink again, now with a flinch. Peter was lying there, holding you. "I'm cold." you say, feeling a shiver, "I can't feel my legs," you add, quickly going to rip the multiple layers of sheets off you. "It's temporary, only for like a few hours!" Peter assures you and recovers you. "No way- you're serious?!" you shout, "I've- got things to do!"

"Nah, no not anymore." you look at Peter again. You groan into the bed. "Hey, don't worry I'll help you out. I can carry you, give you piggyback rides..." you slam your head. Peter watches you with a frown. "You.. Almost died."

You turn your head the other way.

"What's going on? Some things messing with you and it's affecting your powers." "y/n." Peter tries to turn you over, but you reject his request. "Y/n!" He finally forcefully turns you over to him.

"What is it?" you hide your face in the bed like a scared kitten. "No, no, look at me." you push him away and try to maneuver out of bed. He quickly pulls you back to him. "You can't walk remember? And I'm supposed to be watching you." "I don't want none of that pity!" you argue, "None!"

"What? No! I'm helping you because I.." he looks at your face again. "I.. Like you." you finally look up. "really?" you ask, with a blush. "Yeah." you look at him. "I like you too!" you say loudly, you were afraid he'd think he was rejected. "Really?" "yes!" he cups your face before kissing you.

Peter uses one of his hands to cover you with a blanket as you kiss. He could feel you shivering under him. You blush when you two break for air.  "So what's the diagnosis?" He asks, "That was great!" you assure him, "No- really?"