I have not seen the film, so everything might not be completely accurate but I hope those of you that have knowledge of his character, enjoy
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"Z, I can't ok. No one knows about me but you, and even that was terrifying because I've never showed anyone." You're facing the giant, disheveled looking man, his obscene and crude tattoos being showcased through the loose mesh tank top draped over his slim body. You'd met Axel nearly two years ago when your car conveniently broke down half a mile away from his mechanic shop, smoke spewing from the engine.
He'd notice you walking in front of the garage every single day to your works parking lot, and as much as he tried, he couldn't shake the pang that sounded against his ribcage when you were no longer in sight. He's not a kind, soft man, never was; until he met you. Well, scratch that, he's only kind and soft for you. That's why when he found out about your unique add on, he felt more than grateful to whatever being resides above the clouds for sending you to him. You are someone who understands him because you are like him, in a way. Not exactly your average person.
His large hands reach out and grip your shoulders gently, yet purposefully as he steps an inch closer to your quite small feeling stature. "Y/n, you are the most beautiful fucking person I've seen in my entire life, and I promise that if you knew what half of the people in their could do, you'd realize that you're more of an exception than you think. I spit acidic vomit, I'm pretty sure that they're not going to be running for the hills when you show them."
The comforting caress his massive hand is giving to your arm eases your anxiety, his broody, structured features demanding all of your attention as his eyes become softer than usual. He gets this looks whenever he's telling the truth, and also when he wants something; but you take it that in this moment it's a look of honesty. You close your eyes for a moment, letting the noticeable closeness of his body relax you. You exhale deeply, letting your lungs expand before you open your eyes and let the air expel out.
You stare up at him for a moment, finding yourself far more calm than you thought you would be as his right hands ghosts up your clavicle until his warm palm is cupping your chin. "Go out and show them what an absolute fucking angel you are, literally." He says, letting his teeth show from behind his chapped, pink lips as he leans down and captures your pout with his own.
His light chuckle reverberates through you, his heavy metal rings pressed against your cheek as his rough hands them. He smells like motor oil and cheap cologne, a scent that most would find less than appealing; but to you it's familiar, and most of all, comforting. It's Axel, your Axel, his lips plump and face scruffy. He reluctantly breaks away as he hears voices from the other room, knowing that you have to do this now or never.
You see his eyes dart behind you at the heavy closed door, and you feel as if you can almost read his cluttered, foggy mind. "What are you all called again? I mean I need to know something so I don't walk in like an idiot." His fingers push a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he stands to his full, towering stature. "X-force. That's what we're called." His rough voice is less than enthusiastic as he speaks, his expression letting you know he's not a fan of the title.
