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BLACK BOLT

The sun over Attilan didn’t shine like Earth’s sun. It was filtered, shimmering through a high-energy dome protecting the floating city from threats beyond and below. For many mutants on this rare diplomatic mission, it was a marvel.

For Y/N, it was another reminder that he was out of place.

“Try not to suppress their entire society, okay?” Logan muttered behind him, cigar in mouth, arms crossed.

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” Y/N mumbled. “It’s ambient. My power… leaks sometimes.”

Storm gave him a reassuring pat on the back. “Just keep your emotional field steady, and we’ll be fine.”

“Easy for you to say,” Y/N replied. “You don’t accidentally switch off people’s flight mid-air.”

“Fair.”

The mutants were greeted by the Royal Guard of Attilan, flanked by Medusa, Karnak, Crystal, and—at the very end—him.

Blackagar Boltagon.

Y/N’s breath caught the moment he saw him.

Tall. Stoic. Cloaked in power and silence. Black Bolt walked with a weight that could bend steel, his presence alone turning the air heavier. His eyes—deep blue, watchful, intelligent—locked with Y/N’s for half a heartbeat.

And in that moment, the world around Y/N blurred. Everyone else faded out.

“Whoa,” he whispered. “That’s not fair.”

After the formalities, the mutants were given time to explore the city. Y/N wandered off, claiming he needed to adjust to the altitude—but really, he just needed to breathe. His mutation felt stifled here, pressed up against the immense Inhuman energies around him. His ability—nullification of powers—was pulsing, warning him like a heartbeat too close to something big.

He ended up in the Royal Gardens—lush, strange plants coiling around marble structures. And there, by a silver-colored fountain, stood Black Bolt. Alone.

Y/N froze.

“I didn’t mean to walk in on you,” he said nervously. “I can leave.”

Black Bolt shook his head slowly. He raised a hand—Stay.

Y/N stepped closer. “You don’t talk, right?”

Black Bolt nodded once.

“Because your voice could level a planet.”

Another nod.

Y/N gave a faint smile. “That’s… intense. I once passed out just from suppressing Jean Grey mid-meltdown.”

Black Bolt tilted his head.

“I nullify powers,” Y/N explained. “If I focus, I can turn someone’s mutant ability off. If I’m emotional or stressed, I can do it… accidentally.”

Black Bolt’s eyes narrowed. He stepped forward slowly, almost cautiously.

“I’m not dangerous,” Y/N said quickly, holding his hands up.

The King stopped inches away. They were face to face now. For someone who ruled a society, he was patient. Present. Listening.

Then it happened.

Y/N’s skin prickled.

The ever-present hum of Black Bolt’s energy—the silent, terrifying storm inside him—vanished.

He blinked. Black Bolt blinked.

“Wait…” Y/N whispered. “Did I just—?”

The King’s mouth opened slightly. Just slightly.

A sound left his throat.

A breath. A whisper.

“…Hi.”

No destruction. No chaos. Just… a word.

Black Bolt’s eyes went wide with realization.

Y/N stumbled back. “Oh my god. I—I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to nullify you. That’s not supposed to happen without me trying.”

The King didn’t move. He stared at him, visibly shaken.

And then—he smiled.

Y/N blinked. “Wait, was that good?”

Black Bolt nodded. Stepped forward.

Very close.

“You’ve never spoken freely before, have you?”

Black Bolt shook his head, his smile softening. Then he did something that no one—no one—had expected.

He reached out.

Took Y/N’s hand.

Held it.

Y/N flushed. “Oh. Um. Wow.”

Black Bolt opened his mouth again. The voice was gentle, hesitant, like someone rediscovering how to breathe.

“You make me quiet.”

“I thought you already were.”

“I mean… peacefully quiet.”

The meaning sank in like a stone in Y/N’s chest. He wasn’t just nullifying Black Bolt’s destructive voice. He was giving him something he never had—freedom.

Y/N felt his fingers tighten around Black Bolt’s. “You’re really okay with this?”

Black Bolt nodded slowly. “You don’t make me weak. You make me… real.”

It was too much.

Y/N laughed softly. “I thought you’d hate me.”

“I’ve lived my whole life afraid of my breath. You’ve made it something beautiful.”

They stood in silence again—real silence, not the pressured silence of restraint, but the ease of two people existing beside each other.

Eventually, Black Bolt stepped closer. Close enough that their foreheads touched.

“You’re dangerous in all the best ways,” Y/N whispered.

Black Bolt exhaled. “And you… are mine.”

Later that day, when the other X-Men found Y/N again, Logan raised an eyebrow.

“Where the hell have you been?”

Y/N just smiled dreamily.

“Making the King whisper sweet nothings.”

Storm blinked. “Please tell me you’re being metaphorical.”

Y/N just smirked. “He said ‘hi’ to me.”

Dead silence.

Beast dropped his notepad.

Logan stared.

“You broke the King.”

Y/N just shrugged. “Or fixed him.”