Xmen evolution (Mystique x Male reader)

Chapter 5:A community

-Author POV-
The Brotherhood's hideout was abuzz with a mix of nervous energy and cautious optimism as the newly liberated mutants gathered for a meeting. The room, dimly lit by a few overhead lights, was filled with mismatched furniture and the subtle hum of old machinery. The walls bore evidence of past battles and hasty repairs, a testament to the resilience and determination of its inhabitants.

Yn stood at the front of the room, his presence commanding attention. He looked around at the faces before him—young and old, scared and defiant—all bearing the scars of their recent captivity. He took a deep breath, his voice steady and strong as he addressed them.

"Everybody, brothers and sisters," yn began, his eyes sweeping across the room, meeting each gaze. "I know this must be very hard for you... living in a world with anti-mutant organizations, campaigns, and soldiers coming after us. But don't worry, we will protect each other."

The room was silent, the weight of his words settling over the crowd. Yn reached into his pocket and pulled out a single pencil. He held it up for everyone to see, then snapped it easily in two. "Mutant alone," he said, letting the broken pieces fall to the ground. "Weak."

He then reached into his other pocket and drew out a bundle of ten pencils. He wrapped his hand around them and tried to snap them, but they held firm. "Mutants together," he said, his voice rising with conviction, "Strong."

The crowd murmured in agreement, their expressions a mix of hope and determination. yn let the bundle of pencils fall back into his pocket and continued. "Now, to be strong together, we need to train together and fight together. I want to ask you guys if you can cook. If so, please raise your hand."

A few hands tentatively went up, and Yn nodded, acknowledging their willingness to help. "I understand some of you have had to steal from stores to eat and survive on the streets. That's why me, Blob, Lance, Toad, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, and Mystique stole supplies from the anti-mutant organizations—so we could survive."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in. The room was filled with the soft sounds of shuffling feet and whispers as the mutants considered their new reality. Anthony continued, his tone more hopeful. "I suggest we start making our food, planting it directly from the ground: potatoes, carrots, cucumbers, and all that stuff."

Turning to Scarlet Witch, he said, "Wanda, I need you to help them cook the food." She nodded, a small smile on her face as she stepped forward, ready to take on the responsibility.

"Quicksilver and Toad," yn called, looking at the two of them with a serious expression, "I need you two to plant those seeds in the ground." Pietro and Todd exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement, ready to get their hands dirty.

"Lance and Blob," yn continued, turning to his other teammates, "I need you two to set up the cooking supplies and make sure they're all ready to go." Lance and Fred grinned, their confidence evident as they accepted their task.

The room seemed to breathe easier as the mutants began to see a path forward. The camaraderie and sense of purpose that yn instilled in them started to take root. They were not just survivors; they were a community, ready to stand together against whatever the world threw at them. As the mutants began to disperse, each heading off to their assigned tasks, Yn felt a sense of accomplishment. He had given them hope and a plan, and now it was time to see it through. The Brotherhood's hideout, once a place of refuge, was transforming into a symbol of resilience and strength—a beacon for all mutants seeking a place to belong.

As the crowd dispersed, a sense of purpose and camaraderie lingered in the air. Yn watched as the newly liberated mutants began to discuss their tasks, small smiles of determination lighting their faces. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Mystique standing beside him, her expression a mix of pride and calculation.