#xman!reader

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.”

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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.”

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“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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@tybg400 requested: “when Jean and Scott separate, she goes to the reader for comfort but gets jealous when she sees them in a relationship. She tries to tell the reader that Emma is using him which ends with them fighting for the reader. Later when the reader has mastered his abilities, he becomes possessed by the Phoenix force, Jean and emma put their differences aside and help get the reader back with the x-men. After they get him back, they both realize they both love him equally, so they both share him.(2/2)”

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This is part two of two. It is kinda long so sorry about that.

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Y/n got to see Emma again after their first meeting. It turned out she was looking for a teaching job as she had just joined the X-Men. Needing a new assistant, y/n offered her to help teach temporarily in his class until her own was set up. Emma instantly accepted.

In a few months both had grown closer together. Emma did eventually receive her own classroom, but when she and y/n had a break they would spend time together. Finally y/n asked Emma if she would like to start dating. She said yes.

Tonight y/n was in his classroom with Emma, both grading their students papers and chatting. A knock at the door drew y/n’s attention, and he answered it to find Jean Grey.

“Hey stranger! How’ve you been?” Noticing her puffy red eyes, y/n’s expression instantly became concerned. “Have you been crying?” Jean nodded and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“Me and Scott, we broke up.”

“Jean, that’s awful! Here, come sit down. I have coffee.” Y/n let Jean in and starting clearing a seat for her. Emma look surprised at the newcomer.

“Hello, who’s this?” Y/n mentally hit himself on the head. In the time he had been dating Emma, he had never introduced her to Jean.

“Emma, this is Jean. She’s an old friend of mine. Jean, this is my girlfriend Emma.” Emma smiled and held out her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you Emma.” Jean shook her hand and smiled back. Internally, she was shocked. Y/n had never told her about a girlfriend!

“And you as well. Are you alright? Do you need a drink?” The voice startled Jean out of her thoughts.

“That would be nice, thanks.” Y/n checked the coffee pot and frowned a little.

“Here, I’ll go grab some coffee. Be back in a second!” With that, Emma and Jean were left alone in the classroom.

“So, how long have you and y/n been together?” Emma picked up a pen and started twirling it around her fingers.

“Not very long, only a few weeks. But he was the first person I met when I came here a couple of months ago.” Jean tried to hide her surprise. A couple of months? How had she not met this woman?

“Wow. How are you liking it here?” Emma stopped twirling the pen and started to mark off the paper in front of her.

“It’s nice here. Though I do admit the students are much more...zealous in their use of their abilities than at the last school I taught at.” Emma smiled and set her pen down, leaning towards Jean and resting her chin in her hand. “I do have to wonder, how do you know y/n? He said that you two were old friends.”

“Oh, nothing too interesting. I was his tutor for a while until he had control of his powers.”

“You must have been a good tutor. He has excellent control when it comes to his telekinesis.” Jean was about to speak when y/n came back in the room.

“Sorry it took so long, one student was trying to stick things in between dimensions. I’ll have to tell Logan he’ll need a new mug.” He laughed and busied himself with making coffee, and soon had three mugs for them all. Jean left soon after with a small twinge of jealousy at how at ease Emma and y/n were around each other.

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A few weeks later, and Jean was jogging to catch up with y/n as he walked down the hall.

“Y/n!” At the sound of his voice, y/n turned and found Jean weaving her way through the crowd.

“Hey! What’s up?”

“Do you think we could talk? In private please?” Y/n’s eyebrows raised, but he didn’t deny Jean’s request.

“Um, yeah, let me just unlock the door here and...” Y/n opened his classroom door and ushered Jean inside, partially closing it behind him. He didn’t have another class anytime soon so they should be able to speak privately. “Alright. What did you need to talk with me about?”

“Y/n, I don’t think Emma cares about you.” Y/n took a step back in surprise, grabbing the edge of his desk.

“What?” Jean rubbed the back of her neck and continued to speak.

“I’ve seen her flirting with other men. I think she’s just using you to distract herself.” Shaking off his shock, y/n crossed his arms and shook his head.

“Jean, I know you mean well but you know that I can’t just take what you’re saying without proof.” Jean gave y/n an incredulous look.

“Do you really think you can catch her in the act? No offense y/n, but you tend to let down your mental guard around Emma.”

“I don’t think she’s cheating on me. I trust Emma.”

“Thank you darling.” The voice caused y/n and Jean to turn towards the doorway, where Emma was leaning against the frame.

“Emma! I didn’t hear you there.” Emma walked over and gave y/n a kiss on the cheek.

“I didn’t want to move after I heard my name. And I’m rather glad I didn’t.” She turned to Jean now. “How could you accuse me of cheating? You have no proof!” Jean scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“Please. I’ve seen how you hang off of the other men. You’re practically shoving them onto you.” Emma gasped and her lips curled into a snarl. Meanwhile y/n was trying to figure out what exactly was happening.

“Jean—” Emma cut him off and glared at Jean.

“How dare you? At least I don’t follow people around like a lost puppy because my boyfriend broke up with me!” Jean opened her mouth in surprise.

“Emma—” Once more he was interrupted before he could speak.

“Excuse me?!?!” Jean would have said more but she was stopped before she had a chance.

“ENOUGH!!!” Both women looked at y/n in surprise. “Both if you need to calm down. I don’t know exactly what’s going on with you two, but you need to figure it out.” Emma reaches for him.

“Y/n, wait—” He held up a hand to stop her.

“No. This is something you two need to figure out by yourselves. I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you later.” The two women were left alone in the classroom, and y/n took a walk outside. He wasn’t watching his surroundings and didn’t have time to react when the club connected to the back of his head with a loud CRACK.

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Waking up with a groan, y/n rubbed his forehead to soothe the pounding in his head.

That is, he tried. The tug of metal on his wrists caused his eyes to shoot open. Y/n didn’t recognize his surroundings, a large circular room with what he assumed was some sort of altar in the middle. An altar he was chained down on.

“Great. Now I’m going to have my heart cut out or something. Can today get any worse?” A sinister chuckle came from the darkness.

“Oh, I’m afraid it can. Are the preparations made?” Several people in robes appeared from seemingly nowhere, each taking a place in a circle surrounding the altar. Two approached where y/n was chained and began double checking the restraints.

“Who are you people? Where am I?” The woman finished her inspection and nodded to her cohort.

“Everything is ready. Soon the Phoenix will be ours.” Y/n’s insides froze when he heard her. Why would they want Phoenix? Last time he heard it was far from Earth.

“Wait, you want to summon Phoenix? Are you insane?!?!” The cloaked male waved a hand towards y/n.

“Gag him and let’s begin.” The woman pulled a strip of cloth from her robe and stepped towards y/n.

“Get off of—mmph! Mpmhpm!” Y/n thrashed as the woman stepped away. He wasn’t able to force the gag out of his mouth.

“Amazing how even an omega level mutant can be restrained by some chains and a suppression collar.” The cloaked figure took his place in the circle with the others. They all raised their hands and began to chant, and y/n hoped that nothing would happen.

There was a bright flash of light and a wave of heat. Y/n screamed as he felt his mind being invaded by something else. He screamed until his voice gave out and his body went limp.

When his eyes opened, they were a bright blazing gold.

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The mansion was in a state of emergency. Any and all X-men were being called to fight. Half of them were out dealing with an emergency with the Avengers (something about aliens off world?), so it was all hands on deck. Jean had just finished suiting up when she caught up to Hank.

“What’s going on?” Hank shook his head and headed to the Blackbird, the high-tech jet the X-men used to travel.

“Emergency. Something is terrorizing the city. People are dying.” Jean nodded and kept pace with the furry blue mutant.

“I’m going.” Hank stopped and blocked Jean from going any further.

“Jean, no.” Jean blinked in surprise, but kept trying to get past Hank.

“Why not?!”

“It’s...we think it’s Phoenix.” Jean froze. Phoenix? No, it couldn’t be. She had personally seen to it that it had been chased off.

“What? That’s impossible! It ran away into space!” Hank shrugged and started making his way down the hall again, in too much of a rush to hold off the telepath.

“Well it’s kinda hard to deny when there’s news footage of proof!”

“I’m going. You might need a telepath.” Emma stepped out from another hall and started to follow Hank and Jean down the hall.

“I’m going too.” Jean whirled around with a glare on her face.

“Hell no!” Emma frowned and crossed her arms in front of her.

“Ms. Grey, I understand we have our disagreements but we both can agree that the safety of people is something we must put aside our differences for.” Jean huffed, but she concluded what Emma said was true. Helping others came first, fighting each other could come later.

“Fine. But afterwards we’re going to talk.” Emma nodded.

“Deal.” The two women ran for the Blackbird, and soon they along with the rest of the X-men were flying off towards whatever was wreaking havoc on the city.

When they arrived, the X-men split up. Emma and Jean were the ones that discovered who was attacking people. But they didn’t want to believe their eyes.

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Phoenix smiled as he looked out on the destruction he had caused. Not two hours ago he was screaming his head off, now he was tearing apart city blocks!

Of course, it wasn’t entirely him that was doing it. If the cosmic entity hadn’t decided he was a good host, he would have been killed. But he was compatible, and now there were several less mutant hate groups. Phoenix couldn’t stand those who fancied themselves better than others.

“Y/n?” Phoenix turned towards the sound of his—or rather, his hosts’—name. There was a blonde haired woman on the ground, hands raised as if she was going to fight him.

“What happened to you?” Oh, that was a voice Phoenix recognized. The red haired woman, Jean, had a horrified expression on her face. Good. That’s what she deserved for sending Phoenix back into space.

“What happened? I’m more myself than I’ve been in years!” The blonde—Emma, his mind supplied—took a step towards him.

“This isn’t you y/n, you’re killing people!” A frown crossed Phoenix’s face.

“And? It’s not like they don’t deserve it. They’ve killed plenty of mutants in their ‘crusade’ for humanity! They all deserve to die.” Jean shook her head.

“They’re scared and confused! They don’t know how to—” Phoenix cut her off before her spiel could get going.

“They don’t know? They have all of history to look back on! At what point was genocide ever a good thing?!?!”

“Y/n...you need to stop this. You’re being manipulated by—” Phoenix cackled and pretended to wipe a tear from his eye.

“Manipulated? Is that your excuse for everything you don’t like, Jean? Or are you so desperate to play host to me again? Or perhaps it’s just the body that you want? Jealousy is unbecoming, you know.” Jean grit her teeth and raised her hands, two cars beginning to float in the air.

“Let y/n go Phoenix. Before I make you regret using him.” Phoenix gave the redhead a wicked grin.

“Not a chance. He’s better than you ever were.” Emma spoke now, her eyes hard and unforgiving.

“Ms. Grey, I believe the time for talking is done. Shall we remove this parasite from y/n?” Jean nodded in agreement.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Emma took on her diamond skin and threw herself at Phoenix while Jean distracted him by throwing whatever she could with her telepathy.

Phoenix dodged several objects, but he couldn’t avoid all of them, and once he recovered Emma was hitting him with all the force she had (which packed quite a punch with her diamond skin) while Jean was causing the ground around him to break apart. Phoenix was having trouble dealing with both women, and Emma found her opening. She removed the diamond skin and called out to her ally.

“Jean, now!” The two telepathic women unleashed a wave of psychic energy on Phoenix. Unable to withstand their combined power, Phoenix let out an inhuman screech before a flash of light blinded everyone.

The dust cleared, and y/n was unconscious on the ground. Emma and Jean ran to him, kneeling at his side.

“Y/n? Y/n, wake up dammit!” Emma slapped his cheek a few times with no response from y/n. It seemed like he was barely breathing.

“Please y/n, open your eyes.” Jean took his hand and tried to read his mind. She couldn’t get a read. A sharp gasp rose from y/n, and he raised a hand to his forehead.

“...Fuck, my head.” Y/n’s eyes opened, revealing his normal y/e/c eyes. Jean and Emma let out sighs of relief.

“Your okay!” Jean hugged y/n tightly and Emma smiled. Then smacked his arm.

“Don’t ever scare us like that again!” Y/n rubbed his arm and looked around in confusion.

“What happened here? Last thing I remember was some kind of cult, and...” Y/n’s eyes widened and he looked around quickly. “Phoenix! They said they wanted to bring it back to Earth. We—”

“We took care of it. Phoenix is gone now.”

“...Okaaay. Can you tell me how?”

“Later. You should probably see a doctor.”

“Right. Are you two...?” Emma and Jean shared a private telepathic conversation, and turned back to y/n.

“We’ve decided that since we both love you, it would make sense for us to both date you.” Y/n blinked in surprise.

“That was...not what I expected you two to decide when talking, but if you’re both sure, I’m glad you’re not fighting now.” Jean and Emma laughed, and helped y/n to his feet.

“Come on. Let’s go home.”

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@tybg400 requested: “Jean Grey x Male Reader x Emma Frost, where the reader is a few years younger than Jean is tutored by her due to them having the same abilities and the reader potentially being powerful and omega mutant if he were to fully control his powers,over the years they get close and he falls for her but it’s an unrequited love due to Jean and Scott being together. Time after Emma joins the x-men, she takes in interest in the reader and steals his attention away from Jean.(1/2)”

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Empath: “(chiefly in science fiction) a person with the paranormal ability to apprehend the mental or emotional state of another individual.” ~Google definition.

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Reader starts out at 15, then is 19, and ends the story at 21. This makes Jean 16 to 20 to 22. Emma enters the story at age 23/24 (idk how old she was in First Class so she gets to be 24).

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Life at Xavier’s School for Higher Learning was interesting, to say the least. There was always a chance of something exploding or students literally disappearing in a puff of smoke. Granted, it was the only current school for mutants.

Y/n never quite knew what to do about his powers. He wasn’t a telepath (probably for the best; he got headaches easily), but he was telekinetic and an empath. Reading people’s emotions wasn’t always fun, especially when one was surrounded by teenagers.

One upside though was that y/n had a great tutor. Professor Xavier had assigned Jean Grey to help him control his powers. This meant that y/n got to spend long periods of time with Jean, learning how to fine-tune both his telekinetic and empathic abilities.

Y/n really hoped Jean had never read his mind. If she did, she would find out that y/n had a huge crush on her. Which was embarrassing enough for just y/n to know, many people would write it off as a cute ‘kiddie crush’. He was only a year younger than Jean!

“Y/n, are you listening to me?”

“Sorry! I got distracted. Could you repeat that?”

“Yeah. Focus on the object you’re trying to move. When you’ve got that down, try to imagine that you’re pushing it forward with your hand.” Jean demonstrated by moving the wooden blocks they were practicing with.

“Alright. Focus and push.” Y/n took a deep breath and held out his hand. There was some resistance, but in a moment the wooden block lifted a couple of inches off the ground and moved forward.

“That was great y/n!” Y/n dropped the block and grinned.

“I did it! It moved! Thank you so much Jean!”

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It had been four years since that first successful lesson. Y/n had practically mastered his telekinesis, but his empathic abilities still needed work. So Jean stayed as his tutor, and y/n kept his crush a secret.

“Ready y/n?” There wasn’t anyone in the empty classroom besides Jean and y/n. It was easier to focus when there wasn’t a room full of superpowered teens that wanted to show off their abilities.

“I think you’re feeling...happy? You’re definitely happy.” The redhead smiled and laughed, and y/n couldn’t help but think ‘I love you.’

“What?” Why did she sound surprised? Had y/n guessed a wrong emotion or—

“You...love me?” Oh no. No no no no no. How did she hear him? Y/n never let telepaths into his head for this exact reason.

“Crap. Jean, let me explain—” Y/n ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out how to write off what she had heard. There wasn’t a way. He might as well tell the truth. “Yeah, I do. I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I tried to keep it a secret. You weren’t supposed to know.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. I don’t love you back, not like that, but it’s okay. We can still be friends.” Friends. She didn’t hate him. Y/n let out a breath of relief.

“Yeah. Thanks for not getting mad.” Jean was about to say more when there was a knock at the classroom door. It opened up to reveal Scott Summers.

“Hey Jean!” He walked over and kissed Jean, and y/n could feel a twinge of jealousy. He pushed it down to try and ignore it.

“Scott! You’re out of class early!” Scott nodded and sat down next to her.

“Hank let us out because one of his demos went wrong. Want to hang out?” Jean smiles but shook her head.

“I’d love to, but I’m still tutoring y/n. It’ll be a while.” Y/n shook his head and grabbed his bookbag.

“It’s fine Jean. Go hang out with Scott, I’ve got some homework I need to finish up.” Jean look up at y/n with a concerned look, and y/n could tell that she wanted to talk more about what had happened between them.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I’ll see you later.” With that, y/n left the classroom and headed outside. He could hear Scott and Jean laughing. It made his heart ache.

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Why couldn’t y/n get over his crush?

He had told himself time and time again that Jean wasn’t interested in him, there wasn’t a point to pursuing romance. And yet, here he was at twenty one years old with a crush he had since he was fifteen.

“Excuse me.” Y/n jerked in surprise and turned, nearly running into a young woman trying to walk by him. Luckily he caught himself before he could knock her over.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there. What’s your name?” She wasn’t someone he had seen at the school before, maybe she was a new teacher?

“My name is Emma, Emma Frost. And you?” Giving her a smile, y/n stuck out his hand to shake.

“My name is Y/n L/n. It’s nice to meet you Emma.” Emma shook his hand and gave y/n a dazzling smile.

“Well y/n, I don’t suppose you would be able to guide me to Professor Xavier? I’m supposed to meet with him and I can’t seem to find him.”

“I’d be happy to help.” Y/n walked with Emma down to the professor’s office, and when they parted ways he hoped he could see her again.

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Anon requested: “Can you do an imagine where x-men find out that the reader is a super soldier but they classify her as a mutant (I’ve been trying to look for imagines like this but couldn’t find any)”

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It was pure luck that y/n’s friend, Jessica, had been able to find someone able to hide her. Due to y/n’s...special...abilities, a lot of people were desperate to find her. As nice as not needing to worry about defending herself was, y/n did want a break from those who wanted a super-soldier of their own.

After Jessica’s own time being forced and manipulated for the gain of others, she had been so determined to help y/n. And so, after many hours of digging through her contacts, she had found the best place for y/n to hide.

Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

The X-Men has taken y/n in, hiding her from the people trying to make her into a weapon by calling y/n a mutant. And it worked. The only people who knew her secret were Xavier and the senior members of the team. Y/n had to stop contacting Jessica for a while, but Charles Xavier had reassured them it was for the best. Y/n could remember the conversation like it was yesterday.

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“I promise we’ll take care of y/n, Ms. Drew. You can rest assured that we will treat her as one of our own.” The bald man set down his teacup and gave the black-haired woman a reassuring smile. Charles was doing his best to calm Jessica’s nerves, but the superheroine was still unsure of the plan.

“If you say so. Y/n, are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?” Y/n took Jessica’s hand and gave it a light squeeze. It was touching how concerned for her safety Jessica was.

“I’m sure Jess. Besides, it’s not like I won’t see you again. Right?” Y/n turned to Xavier for confirmation. Charles clasped his hands on his lap and gave them both the best answer he could provide.

“It may be some time before you are able to speak with one another again, but you will be able to contact one another in the future.”

“See? It’ll be fine. Plus if I’m working with alongside the X-men, there’s a good chance I’ll work with you.”

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The process had taken some time, but soon y/n was living in the school. Being too old to be listed as a student, Xavier hired her on as a self defense instructor. A lot of the students enjoyed her class and would spend their breaks practicing what they had learned.

Shaking herself out of her thoughts, y/n gathered her notes for her next class and headed out of her room. She wouldn’t want to keep her students waiting.

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Kudos to anyone who can figure out who your best friend Jessica is in this 😁

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