Request: “Is it possible to make the reader have demon like wings with a tail and she is found after the apocalypse. Where her wings can shrink to hide her wings and enlarges if she wants to fly. She doesn’t show her wings until one night she reveals it when she wanted to fly and there she meets warren and there they get close and she reveal why she hides her wings”
Warnings: Reader hates their wings
You were found wandering the
streets, tucked into a coat as the rain fell long and hard. You had your mutant
abilities well disguised at the moment, your tail tucked under your coat, your
wings shrunk to fit under your shirt. But with Cerebro, Charles Xavier was
still able to find you huddled under the lip of a roof, the rain still managing
to soak you through.
You
looked up when you heard the sound of feet on gravel, a group of people heading
toward you. A man in a wheelchair was in the front, looking directly at you.
You struggled to stand up, ready to fight off whoever these people are.
“Relax,”
the man in the wheelchair said, stopping in front of you. You didn’t lower your
hands, surveying the people behind him. One looked normal, one was a younger
blue kid, and the third a blond with huge metal wings, the rain drumming
against them loudly.
“As
you can see, we’re like you,” the man said, pointing back at his friends.
“How
do you know what I am?” you asked, glaring at all of them.
“I
can see mutants,” the man said. He stuck out a hand. “I’m Charles Xavier. We’re
here to take you to a safe place, if you want.”
You
hesitated before shaking his hand loosely, snatching your hand back almost
immediately.
“Y/N,”
you said shortly. Charles nodded, gesturing toward each of the people behind
him.
“This
is Hank, Kurt, and Warren. They live at my school for mutants,” he said. You
frowned.
“There’s
a school for that?” you said skeptically. “How do I know you’re not lying?”
“I’m
a telepath, let me show you,” Charles said. You frowned. “I don’t let anyone in
my head, especially a stranger.”
“Trust
him,” the blond- Warren- spoke up. “I promise, we’re not here to hurt you.”
You
stared at him, surprised by the soothing tone of his voice. You nodded slowly,
Charles putting two fingers to his head. You gasped when your mind was suddenly
filled with pictures of a school, students milling everywhere. They were
practicing their mutations freely, not caring who saw. As the images left you,
you nodded.
“I’ll
come with you,” you relented. Charles nodded, turning back to look at Kurt.
“Can
you handle this many people?” he asked. Kurt nodded, holding out his hands.
Charles looked over at you. “Take his hand.”
You
reached out hesitantly, just touching Kurt’s hand. “Why what’s going to-“
You
felt your breath leave you, the world around you starting to spin, the rain
smacking you in the face. A couple seconds later, the felt your feet hit the
ground, stumbling. You opened your eyes to see you were standing in the front
of a massive building. You looked over the whole thing, your eyes wide. Warren
grinned from beside you.
“Impressive,
isn’t it?” he said. You nodded, biting your lip nervously. Warren waved a hand
toward the building. “Welcome to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.”
You
couldn’t help your mouth falling open in awe as the group entered the huge
front doors, revealing a whole mess of kids walking back and forth across the
entrance, books in their hand and lively chatter filling the room. Charles
stopped beside you.
“Welcome
to the school. We’ll get you settled soon enough,” he told you, motioning Kurt
and Warren forward.
“They
can show you around,” Charles instructed. You took a deep breath as Charles
nodded once, rolling off with Hank close behind. You were left with Kurt and
Warren.
“Come
on, we’ve got a lot to show you,” Warren said. He bounded down the front
stairs, Kurt flashing you a reassuring smile.
“Vou’ll
get used to all zhe people,” he said. You could only trust his words as Warren
and Kurt showed you around the entire school, your head spinning. Near the end,
Warren turned to you.
“So,
Kurt’s ability is teleportation, mine is these wings. What’s yours?” he asked
expectantly. You stopped, your eyes flicking away from him.
“It
doesn’t matter,” you mumbled.
“We’re
all accepted here, it’s okay,” Warren said. You shook your head. “I said it
doesn’t matter.”
Warren
held up his hands. “Okay. I won’t press you.” But what you wanted to tell him
was that you hated your wings and tail. They were the reason your parents threw
you out, because you didn’t look human. You wished you had never had the
mutation.
{——-}
A
few weeks later, you were slowly fitting in and getting used to all the people.
But after all the time your wings spent pressed up against your back, they
began feeling cramped. You decided to sneak up to the roof one night to stretch
them out.
You
headed out of your room quietly around midnight, putting down your feet with
care. You managed to make it to the roof without waking anyone up. You shrugged
off your jacket, letting your wings expand to their full extent, the wind
catching in them and stretching them out satisfyingly. You readied yourself to
jump off for a quick flight when someone spoke behind you.
“So
that’s your mutation.”
You
spun around to see Warren standing there, his wings glittering in the
moonlight. He stepped forward, you getting more and more nervous as he came
closer.
“You
have a tail, too? That’s awesome,” he said, noticing the tail that whipped
around behind you.
“It’s
not as awesome as you think,” you said bitterly. “At least your wings look… like
wings. Mine are wings that a demon would have. Large, pointy, and ugly.”
“They’re
not ugly,” Warren said, stretching his own wings out.
“They’re
beautiful. You shouldn’t have to hide them, not here.” He ran a hand through
his hair.
“How
about this, I go with you on your flight tonight, and tomorrow I get you in the
morning, and we both spend the day with our wings out and proud.”
You
smiled at the ground, unused to the kindness Warren was showing you.
“Why
not?” you said finally. Warren grinned.
“Great!
Nobody will criticize you, not here. I promise,” Warren said, taking your hand
and smiling. “Now come on. We’ve got a flight to get to.”
You
followed him off the edge of the building, the wing catching in your wings and
fluttering your hair. You breathed in the crisp night air. You felt freer than
you had in so long.
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