✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 | 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 | 𝚇-𝙼𝙴𝙽

They sigh, watching the crowds of Charles Xavier's school for the gifted move through the halls. Y/n adjusts their heart-shaped sunglasses, crossing their arms. They needed to look closer, what happened here and the next 3 months that ended the X-Men? Civilization followed suit. Y/n has gone through tens of timelines and fixed tens more. But now, it was here.

Not some bomb in the Philippines, or a radioactive alien in India. Something here, in the school for the gifted, was wrong. This was the best place and time to be for a mutant. Y/n knew that better than anymore, she dropped tens of stray mutants here. That made it worse, if even one recognized them, it would be a mess. A bigger mess for them. And considering they had red-marked skin, and red-tinted eyes, followed by snow-white hair- it was a challenge. Y/n's bigger challenge was hiding their ever-growing nuisance, their antlers. Two winding antlers that grew every time they traveled through time.

They were harder to cut the more they traveled, leaving two red stubs under their hat. But the sunglasses weren't to hide their eyes, but the black eye they had gotten an hour prior. The way Y/n traveled was through appearing doors, and they so happened to accidentally stab themselves in the eye forming one. It only helped that it was a dark mark, probably one of the worst bruises Y/n had ever gotten. And they had fallen off a lot of cliffs with those reappearing doors.

Nevertheless, they stood in the Hall entrance, waiting for something to scream it was a time anomaly. It never happened like that, but maybe for once Y/n would hit the jackpot. Just another second, they were sure.

Peter rushes open the front doors of the school, so the group of X-Men could walk in dramatically. He smirks before going in front, with crossed arms. The students in the Hall automatically swarm to the group of mutants. They had just returned from their first real mission as X-Men. Peter smiles, answering questions as if he was the next president. That's when he spotted someone behind the crowd, shockingly white hair. In a break of wind, he was inspecting the frozen figure. Or what he thought was a frozen figure.

They wore strange clothes, funky gloves, and rings. They had to have been new, Peter would have noticed someone like this before. He looks closer at their glasses, squinting at the tint. "You can take a picture if you want." The moment they moved, he slipped back. Time catching up shortly after. Just as he got up, the figure was gone, taking his jaw with them.

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Peter had been searching for this figure for the past week. He had gone through Charles' files, he had checked the dorms numbers, that left him here. At Jean's doorstep, just as he was about to knock she spoke up. "Come in." He cringed at the exact timing before opening the door. Frowning as soon as he saw Scott next to her. "Aw, man sorry did I interrupt something?" He jumps onto the bed with them."Uh- yeah. You should just go honestly." Scott said, Jean elbowed him. "You're looking for that girl? I passed by them once and they gave me the worst headache I've had all week. Their mind is like a Funhouse in there."

"A girl? Oh- Peter my man!" Scott shakes his hand."Wow, what happened to client-patient confidentiality?" "Oh, sorry." Jean apologized, checking her temples. "They are here. 2nd Hall. They're looking for something. Wait- Peter did you say you saw them once?" "Uh yeah." "Scott, go get Charles." The boy sighs, "Okay what the fuck did you do to this girl?" He jumps down, moping out the door. "Nothing-yet." He rushes off before Jean can tell him to stop.

He comes to a stop at the filled Hall, for the first time out of breath. Peter pushes through the crowd, before coming to a clearing in the students. That's when he spotted them, cheek resting on their palm, sitting in the library. Peter stops in front of them, lifting his goggles. Y/n glances up. "Please tell me there's some apocalypse in 10 minutes." They say, slouching backward into the sofa. "Hmm.. You know- I don't think so." Peter tilts his head. "Cool glasses." They grab his hand the moment he goes for them. "Good thing you've already got a pair." Peter hums, jumping onto the chair with them."You're fast."