X-Men Preferences and Imagines

Your kid has a nightmare

Logan Howlett:
You stir awake when you feel the bed shift beside you. Opening your eyes, you see your daughter, Lily, standing at the edge of the bed, tears glistening in her eyes. "Daddy?" she whispers, her voice shaky. Logan's heightened senses kick in, and before you can react, he's already sitting up, pulling her onto the bed between the two of you. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" he asks, his gruff voice softened just for her. "I had a bad dream... about monsters," Lily murmurs, her little body trembling as she curls into Logan's side. He wraps his arm around her, holding her close. "Ain't no monsters here, baby," Logan says reassuringly, his thumb gently brushing her hair. "You know if there were, I'd take 'em down before they even got close to you." His words bring a small smile to Lily's face. You reach over and rub her back, and Logan presses a kiss to the top of her head. "You're safe, okay? Now, you wanna sleep here with us tonight?" Lily nods, nestling deeper into his embrace. Logan glances at you with a soft smile as he settles back down, his arms protectively holding both of you close.

Scott Summers:
The soft patter of little feet wakes you from sleep, and you turn to see your son, Ethan, standing at the side of the bed, clutching his favorite blanket tightly. "Mommy, Daddy..." he sniffles, his lip trembling. Scott stirs next to you, his hand immediately reaching for his visor in the dark. "Ethan? What's going on, bud?" Scott asks gently, sitting up. Ethan climbs onto the bed and crawls into Scott's arms, burying his face in his father's chest. "I had a bad dream... about you, Daddy. You were gone," Ethan mumbles, his voice muffled against Scott's shirt. Scott holds him tight, his expression softening as he kisses the top of Ethan's head. "I'm not going anywhere, kiddo. I'm right here, and I always will be," Scott says, his voice steady and reassuring. You place a hand on Ethan's back, offering your own comforting presence. "You're safe with us, sweetheart," you add softly. Scott glances at you, his eyes warm with gratitude, before turning back to Ethan. "How about you stay here with us tonight? I'll keep an extra eye out for any bad dreams," Scott promises, tucking Ethan between the two of you. Ethan nods, his little body finally relaxing as Scott continues to hold him close.

Young Charles Xavier:
The creak of the door wakes you, and when you look up, you see your daughter, Rose, standing hesitantly in the doorway. "Mom? Dad?" she whispers, her voice trembling. Charles stirs beside you, his telepathy already sensing her distress before she even speaks. "Come here, darling," he calls softly, sitting up as you pull back the covers. Rose runs to the bed, her small body shivering as she climbs in between the two of you. "What happened, love?" you ask gently, running a hand through her hair. "I had a nightmare... about something chasing me," she says quietly, her voice barely audible. Charles wraps an arm around her, pulling her close to his chest. "It was just a dream, my sweet," he reassures her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "No one can hurt you while I'm here, okay? Not in your dreams, not anywhere." His calm voice and the gentle pulse of his telepathy wrap around Rose like a comforting blanket, soothing her fears. "Do you want to talk about it more, or would you rather just rest now?" he asks softly, his fingers brushing through her hair. "Rest," she mumbles sleepily, already starting to relax in his embrace. Charles smiles at you over her head as you both settle back down with Rose between you, safe and secure.

Young Erik Lehnsherr:
You hear a soft cry from down the hall, and before you can even sit up, Erik's already out of bed, moving with his usual sense of urgency. A minute later, he returns, carrying your son, Max, who's clinging tightly to his father's neck, his small face streaked with tears. "Shh, shh, it's okay, Max," Erik murmurs as he gently sits on the edge of the bed, cradling Max in his arms. "What happened?" you ask softly, reaching out to brush the damp hair from Max's forehead. "Nightmare," Erik answers, his voice low and soothing as Max sniffles. "About what, Schatz?" Erik asks gently, shifting Max in his lap so he can look into his son's eyes. "The bad men were trying to take me away," Max whimpers, his voice shaky. Erik's jaw tightens slightly, a flicker of old memories flashing across his face, but he softens immediately, kissing Max's forehead. "No one's ever taking you away from us, Max. I promise you that," Erik says firmly, his voice filled with both reassurance and an unbreakable promise. You nod in agreement, gently stroking Max's back. "You're safe here, sweetheart," you add, watching as Max's tears slowly stop. Erik pulls him closer, and with a quiet sigh, Max nestles into his father's chest, finally drifting back to sleep in the security of Erik's arms.

Young Hank McCoy:
You wake to the sound of quiet sniffles at the side of the bed and find your daughter, Clara, standing there, her eyes filled with tears. "What's wrong, sweetie?" you ask, immediately sitting up and reaching for her. Hank's already awake, his enhanced hearing picking up her soft cries. "Come here, Clara," Hank says gently, holding out his arms as she climbs onto the bed. She buries her face in his chest, still trembling from whatever had scared her. "I had a nightmare... there were scary creatures chasing me," she mumbles, clutching Hank tightly. He wraps his large arms around her, holding her close and rubbing her back soothingly. "It was just a dream, Clara. Those creatures can't get you here. I'm right here to protect you," Hank reassures her in his deep, calming voice. "Besides, I've faced much scarier things in real life, and nothing's ever hurt me—especially not when I'm with you and Mom," he adds, glancing at you with a soft smile. You stroke Clara's hair, and she relaxes a little more. "You want to stay with us tonight?" you offer, and she nods, snuggling deeper into Hank's arms. "Alright then, you're safe now," Hank murmurs, his protective embrace keeping her safe as she drifts back to sleep.

Peter Maximoff:
A loud whoosh of air whips through the room as Peter zooms in, holding your son, Jake, in his arms, the boy's eyes wide with fear. "Nightmare?" Peter asks, though it's more of a confirmation than a question. "Nightmare," Jake nods, his voice trembling as Peter sets him down on the bed between the two of you. "It was so scary, Dad. You were running, but you couldn't save me," Jake explains, his voice shaky. Peter's brow furrows, and he ruffles Jake's hair gently. "Well, that's not happening, buddy. Not in real life, not in dreams," Peter says firmly, his tone both playful and reassuring. "You know I'm the fastest man alive, right? No way anything's getting to you before I do." Jake gives a small smile at that, leaning into Peter's side. "Yeah, you're right," Jake mumbles, starting to calm down. You smile, wrapping your arms around both of them. "We've got you, Jake. You're safe," you say softly. Peter grins, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "See? Mom's got your back too. No more nightmares tonight, okay?" With that, Peter speeds out of the room for a second before returning with Jake's favorite stuffed animal. "Now, back to sleep, little man," Peter whispers as Jake cuddles up, finally letting the nightmare go.