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.***

❝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]

(REWRITING STORY - The new chapters are titled "Chapter ?|" instead of "Chap ?") What if Warren did not die during the battle with Apocalypse? What if he went to Professor X's school with the others instead? Mostly fluff / romance driven story. Warren x Reader I do not own the characters. PS: I apologize for the grammar or vocabulary mistakes ; English is not my native language.

The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertfordshire, near London.

What did I think about my life? It's cool, it's great, and I loved living in a tiny house with no air conditioning in London with my very sweet, very sarcastic cousin. Why would you ask? I mean, sure everyone kept saying, "1972 is your year, (Y/N)!" But I didn't believe it until recently. I had began to get these strange powers. I was a magical Crayon with the weird ability to change the color of anything I chose. I needed to figure out how to control it, or find someone who could teach me. A strange feeling told me to go to Cairnholm, a tiny little area in Wales, and I had nothing better to do. So, now I was off to get weird diseases, find out more about this 'chromokinesis' stuff and maybe fall in love. Didn't matter what order, as long as I had fun on the way, right? Right?? Final word count: 136,416