Imagine Book 2

Reunion- Magik (X-Men Comics)

As requested by c0rrv1d! Male Y/N

𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰

The halls of the X-Mansion were quieter than usual tonight, the moonlight casting long shadows through the tall windows. The air was thick with exhaustion and the scent of rain from the storm outside. After a week away on separate missions, Y/N and Illyana Rasputin had finally returned, both worn but in one piece. Y/N stood near the entrance, his dark tendril arms, usually tight and coiled in tension, now flickering with anticipation. He scanned the dimly lit corridor, his eyes catching movement at the far end.

Illyana stepped through the shadows, her blonde hair shimmering like a golden halo even in the low light. Her posture was as sharp as ever—poised, strong—but there was a softness in the way she moved when she saw him, a fleeting vulnerability only he was ever allowed to see.

Their eyes met, and though no words were spoken, the energy between them was palpable. The tension of battle was still in their veins, but the longing—sharp and painful from days of separation—took precedence now. His tendrils twitched and reached slightly, yearning for her, even from a distance. She stood there, still as a statue for a moment, her usual fierce expression softened. She looked just as weary as he felt, but there was something else in her eyes—a quiet relief at seeing him again.

As Y/N started walking toward her, he felt the weight of the past week lifting, step by step. There were no greetings, no formalities. None were needed. They had missed each other, and the moment stretched with the weight of unspoken words and pent-up emotion.

Y/N approached her, his heart pounding, and for once it wasn't from the rush of a battle. There was always something electric about being around Illyana, and tonight, after days apart, that feeling seemed to intensify tenfold. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, but also the quiet storm brewing beneath the surface—a reflection of his own emotions.

"I missed you," he said softly, his voice carrying through the empty hallway.

Illyana's lips twitched into a half-smile, but she didn't let the moment soften completely. "You're not the only one," she replied, her voice cool and controlled, but he could hear the crack of warmth behind it. She had always been guarded, even with him, but Y/N had learned how to read her better than anyone. And right now, her eyes were saying everything her words weren't.

He couldn't resist any longer. One of his tendrils, as dark and shadowy as the magic that flowed through his veins, curled forward. It moved toward her almost hesitantly, brushing lightly against her hand, testing the waters. She glanced down at it, her smirk deepening.

"Your tendrils have a mind of their own tonight," she teased, her tone light, but the way her hand curled instinctively around the dark tendril told him she welcomed the contact.

"They missed you, too," Y/N said, stepping closer until they were only inches apart.

She looked up at him, the teasing gone, replaced by something far more intense. "Come on," she said softly, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward her room. There was no hesitation in her now, no need for pretence. The door closed behind them with a quiet click, sealing them off from the rest of the world.

Magik's room was unlike any other in the mansion. Dimly lit candles flickered from every corner, casting warm, golden light across the strange assortment of mystical relics scattered around. Dark shadows mingled with the glow, making it feel like they had stepped into another world entirely—a world that was uniquely Illyana's. Here, the boundaries between light and darkness blurred, much like the woman herself.

Y/N barely had time to take in the atmosphere before Illyana turned to face him, her eyes glittering in the dim light. She reached out, her fingers brushing against one of his tendrils, which responded to her touch, curling gently around her wrist as if savouring the contact.