#telepath!reader

With psychics and DaVinci’s, it’d make sense for there to be telepaths/mind readers. Of course, it’s to a certain extent. I think it’d be interesting if telepaths tended to be mute, either by choice or physical/mental reasons, only speaking through their minds and powers.

The silent kid that just sorta floats through, you don’t even know why they’re here until all of a sudden, they answer a question that’s been bugging you for a while. You look around but there’s no one looking at you, nor anyone getting ready to speak to you again.

Jean touched your shoulder.

"Are you okay? I can feel you projecting your pain".

"I'm sorry", you said with honesty. "I'm just tired".

She nodded, understanding what tiredness could do to one's mutation. Jean knew all too well of untrained minds wreaking havoc in the slumber. She opted to look over to Laufeyson.

"He's thinking of you".

You almost choked.

"Well yes, we just had our brand argument of the day".

"No, he's not thinking of that", she said. "He's worried for you. He thinks your telepathy is… shredding your…" she narrowed her eyes and focused more on him, but suddenly, Laufeyson turned around on his seat and threw her a dirty glance. He projected onto both yours and her mind a very loud and clear:

Plot: Whereas Jean Grey is the host of Phoenix, you are host to the Shadow—a being that follows the destruction left by the Phoenix.

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So this kinda follows the Dark Phoenix movie. This means there are spoilers throughout the series, so please read at your own risk.

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“Y/n, focus.” The mutant in question scrunched her face up in frustration. For the past two hours she had been trying to read Professor Charles Xavier’s mind with no luck.

“You think I’m not?”

“I think you’re distracted.”

“I’m trying to focus on reading your mind while floating on a rock that keeps wobbling. A little distracted is an understatement.” The rock y/n was on, floating several feet in the air, tilted to the left and y/n nearly fell off.

“The idea is to ignore what’s around you. Or under you. Trust that Jean will keep you steady and try to read my mind.” Charles turned his head towards Jean, who was trying to keep the rock y/n was on still. “Jean, try to imagine your holding the rock on a pillar, instead of holding it up alone. Remember the goal is to gain finer control of your telekinesis.”

“I’m trying.” Jean steadied the rock, and y/n closed her eyes briefly and tried to focus.

Her thoughts wandered to what had gotten her and Jean into this situation. Apparently the two young telepaths disagreed on too many things, and it was beginning to affect those around them. So Charles had come up with a little trust exercise for them.

The rock jerked to the right suddenly, and y/n was thrown off onto the ground below. She didn’t break anything, but there were sure to be some lovely bruises later.

“What the hell!” Y/n glared at Jean as she spat grass out of her mouth. The rock was dropped on the ground a few feet from y/n.

“Y/n, language. Jean, why did you throw y/n?” Jean looked a bit guilty when she answered Charles.

“It was an accident. I got distracted.” Charles was about to say more when a voice called out to him.

“Charles!” A hairy blue mutant ran over to the three telepaths, panting for breath.

“Hank, what’s wrong?”

“You need to come see this.”

<—>

Space. The one place y/n never imagined she would go. But here she was, in space trying to save astronauts with her friends. The space shuttle, Endeavor if she remembered correctly, loomed before them.

“Alright everyone. Get the astronauts, and get them home safe. No unnecessary risks—I’m talking to you Peter.”

“Hey!”

“Y/n, try to keep the astronauts calm as we get them out. Can you do that?”

“Yeah. I might be a little stretched thin with all of them.”

“Do what you can. Kurt?”

“On it.” With a poof, Kurt teleported himself, Peter, Jean, and y/n onto the ship. Jean kept the ship together as Peter gathered the astronauts. Y/n did her best to keep all of them calm, but with every crew member added it caused her more strain. She moved closer to Jean to hang onto the wall, trying to physically anchor herself.

Which is why she didn’t get off the ship when the solar flare hit. There was a scream, a flash of light, then nothing.

<—>

Y/n couldn’t move. Was she floating? The air was heavy and thick, She couldn’t breath right. Every breath was slow and drawn out, barely enough to supply her lungs with air.

Something moved in the darkness just out of the corner of her eye. She tried to call out, but her mouth wouldn’t open. Trying her telepathy, y/n reached out into the darkness.

‘What are you?’ Something old, older than anything answered.

“I am ash. I am darkness after the burning light. I am death. I am the Shadow.” It didn’t sound human. Probably not a mutant. Why wasn’t y/n scared? She didn’t feel anything but calm. Shock maybe?

‘Let me go. I have nothing for you.’

“The Phoenix is here. It is hosted in another. I shall be as well.” Phoenix. A bird? No. It was something else, y/n was certain. There was a cold presence in her mind. Like tendrils slithering into the dark corners of her head.

‘Get out of my head, or I’ll make you.’ The Shadow sunk it’s grip tighter in y/n’s mind, causing her to twitch in pain. She still couldn’t move herself. Like her whole body was held fast in a vice, or stuck like a bug in amber.

“Mine.”

<—>

“Y/n!” At the sound of her name, y/n’s eyes snapped open. Panic instantly set in, and she thrashed as something held her down.

“Y/n, stop! It’s just us, you’re okay!” The voice was familiar. Y/n froze, eyes wide as she stared up at a concerned Raven Darkholme.

“What—we were—the flare—?” Y/n tried to sit up, her head spinning as she did so. Raven put a hand on y/n’s shoulder to steady her.

“You and Jean were caught up in it. How the two of you are alive is a miracle.” Y/n shook her head, trying to think through her headache.

“There was...something. It was dark, and—” Raven shushed her and pushed her gently back down.

“Hey, calm down. It’s over now. Just try to rest, we’re almost home.” Y/n nodded and laid back down. She could see Jean and Scott sitting by one another, Jean’s head resting in Scott’s lap as he brushed his hand through her hair.

An odd feeling of possessive jealousy sent shivers down y/n’s spine. She closed her eyes and tried to focus on the fact they should be home soon.

‘...mine...’

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Stay tuned for part two!

I have decided not to make a part two.

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Part 1

Telepath!reader au

Warnings: not any in this chapter (maybe none at all?)

Word Count: 1564

A/N: Ok so I have no idea how long this whole thing is going to be but if I waited until I finished the whole thing and then posted it as one long fic, it would’ve been long enough for me to worry about people wanting to sit and read it (maybe 4-5k, maybe more?) Idk what y’alls preferences are for fic length so yeah I’m just gonna split it up into parts. Like I said, I haven’t finished writing the whole thing but I will (eventually) and there will be more parts. Maybe only like 3 or 4 parts total (I guess like a mini-series).

“Telepaths aren’t inherently evil-” you try again, but the senior hero cuts you off.

“Mind readers aren’t inherently evil,” he says. “Mind controllers are. None of us can trust you when you can force any of us to do anything at any moment.”

“But I wouldn’t-”

“But you could.” Stark’s gaze is hard. You look around at the others gathered behind him- Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner. They all hold the same cold, emotionless expressions. Their decision was final. “We can’t trust you, which means you can’t be a hero. I’m sorry.”

Requested by Anon.

Request: “Could I get a h/c for Jamie's s/o having telepathic abilities and using it to talk to the scarab?”

A/N: It’s so late...but I got this out. *tired fist pump* I reference one of my one shots in this, so I recommend reading it before the angst section down below. [x]

- You probably joined the team before he did, as the team likely encountered you while battling Psimon.

- You joined the team shortly afterwards, and later met Blue Beetle.

- Your first meeting was -- interesting, to say the least.

- He did a poor job of guarding his thoughts; they rolled off him and crashed into you like waves.

- Unfortunately, the Scarab sensed your telepathic abilities and immediately attacked you, attempting to “remove potential threats for your best interests, Jaime Reyes. The telepath causes internal changes in you.”

- The others attempted to intervene, but you sensed Scarab’s presence and managed to somehow talk him down. Jaime (and Scarab) found a newfound respect for you (albeit somewhat begrudgingly).

- In no time the two of you ended up dating. Your powers were very useful, as it permitted you to communicate with Jaime and Scarab at the same time.

- The three of you have had some interesting conversations, mostly involving Scarab suggesting something very unconventional, Jaime recoiling in horror, and you laughing your head off on the side.