She was striking, in as many ways as a young woman, like herself, could be. Her qualities and dazzling bewilderment brought beauty to her tired eyes, that were decorated underneath with a faint purple. Though her mind was hardly ever there; she often found herself caught up in her dream like fantasies, always left wondering on the unknown. [AFTER X-MEN: APOCALYPSE] All Rights Reserved to kurttwagner, 2016 ⓒ ***We do not own any of the 'X-Men' franchise's characters/details, or anything else that is closely related to 'X-Men' and its creators; however, we do take credit for our character Laurel Creed, and what we do add to the plot line of this story.***

In which a girl finds herself at the hands of the X-Men and falling in love. (Apocolypse -)

"Cause through the truth may vary || this Ship will carry our bodies safe to shore There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back Well tell her that I miss our little talks" In which Maya Maximoff is a mutant with the world at her fingertips who ran away from those she loved until she is taken to Charles xavier because of her immense power in order become the earths mightiest defender, and when training to control her power Scott Summers falls irrevocably in love with her [XMA - ?] SCOTT SUMMERS X MAYA MAXIMOFF cover template/inspo -interstellers

Philotherian (adj.): one who has a special love for animals ❝Animals are so much better than people.❞ In which a girl who can shift into animals goes to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and makes a few friends along the way. ?/OC EXTREMELY SLOW UPDATES Disclaimer: I do not own the x men franchise or marvel. As much as I wish I did. I do own Cleo Reardon, her story and her plot lines. If you steal her I'll fight you.

❝That's Sabrina Bennett. She's even more powerful than you were at 17, Alex.❞ ❝You mean more dangerous than I was, Professor.❞ [set during x-men: apocalypse] ©octavicblake | highest ranking: #49 in daenerystargaryen

"I almost killed a guy and destroyed the ceiling in my school bathroom once." "I punched a boy in the face when I was eight because he was talking to me." Florence Westling was a short-fused, temperamental green thumb. Scott Summers was a hot-headed, cocky walking laser gun. Two negatives make a positive though, right?

"We are not mutation, we are evolution." © copyright 2016 | woiverines

The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden tones of approaching death threatening to distort his beautiful name. "Yes, my Love?" He replies with an expression of deep melancholy. "Do you remember when we met?" I inquire with a gentle smile painted upon my face, my wrinkled hand cradled gently in his own. "Of course I do, Darling," he soothes me, the cool metal of his wedding band brushing against my skin. "I never stop remembering."

❝I shoot concussive beams from my eyes.❞ ❝My hair turns into a candle, you're not that special.❞ [Post X-Men Apocalypse] [Scott Summers] [#94 in Fanfiction] [Cover by @starIords]

AND IN THE END, THERE IS NOTHING EXEMPT FROM THE PERILS OF M U T A T I O N [x-men: first class]