Prompt:
Hello! I was wondering if I could request a story where the reader is basically
the angel of death/grim reaper. And when she comes to the school to speak with
her old friend Charles, everyone is scared to death of her and avoids her…All
except for Kurt, who firmly believes that she’s his black winged guardian
angel, that he has fallen deeply in love with. (I know there’s been some angel
ones before, but I never quite saw one like this, so I thought I’d ask.) Thank
you! I love your work!
Note:
Awwwwwww that’s a hella cute request!
Warnings:
APOCALYPSE SPOILERSSSSSS!!!
The sky was very cloudy the day you came to
the Mansion. A storm was brewing, and thunder could be heard nearby. The front
doors swung open without you having to touch them. You walked in, most of your
head and face covered in your long, silky black hooded cape.
Your large black wings were mostly hidden,
save for the tips of them. In your hand, you carried a tall scythe. It was
carved with cryptic runes and designs from long ago, passed down from
generation to generation.
Charles Xavier had known your family, a long
line of mutants, for ages. But your mutant family tree differed from others.
Your family carried the title and responsibility of the Watcher of the Gate.
You guarded the line between life and death, making sure only those who were
meant to cross, did.
People often mistook you for a soul stealer,
or, a grim reaper. Though you looked very much like one, you weren’t. While you
did meet the dead, it wasn’t in the way everyone thought. You didn’t take
lives, you saved them. And you were here to return one that shouldn’t have been
lost.
That, and, you wanted to enroll in high
school.
Thunder boomed loudly outside, and lightning
crackled across the sky. The other mutants in the school watched you with dazed
expressions and wide eyes as you seemed to float across the ground, bare feet
barely touching the wooden surface.
You glided down the hall and into Charles’
office.
“Ah, (Y/N), I thought you’d arrive about now.
Your mother called ahead. How is she doing, by the way?”
“My mother’s fine.” you answered. “Where’s
the place he died?”
“Downstairs. Come with me.” Charles rolled
out of his office, and you followed him. There were hushed whispers. Students
looked to one another and then to you. You still hadn’t removed your hood, and
your face was cast in shadow. Only the tips of your hair stuck out of the inky
black cape.
“Who’s the new girl?” Peter asked. Scott
shrugged.
“I dunno, but she’s scary. Wouldn’t wanna get
on her bad side.” Scott shuddered. But Kurt…Kurt was caught in a daze, his
amber eyes glued to you like Peter’s were to Twinkies. You…you were something
else.
“Mein engel,” Kurt whispered, his eyes wide.
“She’s no angel,” Warren shook his head. “I
should know.”
“Awwww, does Kurt have a crush?” Jubilee
teased him, poking his shoulder. The teleporter’s cheeks flushed a dark purple.
“N-no, she’s just…very…interesting…” Kurt
stumbled.
“Yeah. Real interesting. I wonder what she’s
doing here.” Scott raised an eyebrow when he caught Jean’s expression. She had
caught wind of your thoughts. She knew exactly what you had come to do.
***
You knelt down at the end of the metal
hallway. Hank and Charles were behind you. You felt for the energy signature.
It was faint, but it was still there, even after all of this time. This might
be easier than you thought it would be.
“Can you do it?” Hank asked, pushing his
glasses up his nose. To be honest, he was excited to see how it worked. He had
never seen a mutation quite like this.
“Definitely. He was stronger than most. It
helps that he was using his powers when he died. Leaves a stronger mark.” You
stated, standing.
“Do you need us to leave, or-?”
“No, you’re fine where you are.” You told
them. Charles nodded, watching intently.
You took your scythe in both hands, holding
it vertically. Raising it above your head caused the tip of it to glow with
swirling, misty purple energy. You spun it a few times as the power built, and
when it reached its peak, you slammed the bottom end to the ground. There was a
loud crack, like thunder. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you split the
breach between life and death.
Then, suddenly, he was standing there,
dressed in white. He was confused, dazed, his hair was a mess, and red energy
pulsed around him.
“Take
my hand!” you shouted, holding the scythe in your left hand, and reaching
forward with your right. A great gust of wind blew, throwing off your hood.
Your hair whipped your face lightly.
“Who
are you?” he asked.
“(Y/N)
(L/N). I’m the Watcher of the Gate. You weren’t supposed to die. Take my hand!
We don’t have much time!”
He reached forward and tightly grabbed your
hand. You pulled, feeling a great surge of energy, and then you fell backwards,
pulling him with you through the breach. You got up off of the ground, dusting
yourself off. He looked up in awe as you hid your face under your hood once
again. Mysterious purple eyes seemed to glow in the shadow.
“Charles?” he asked, getting up. “Hank.”
“Oh my God…” Hank murmured. “You actually did
it!”
“Hank, go get Scott. I have a feeling he’ll
want to see this.” Charles said. Hank nodded before running off.
“You…you saved my life, (Y/N). Thank you.” he
said, offering his hand. “I’m Alex. Alex Summers.”
“Nice to meet you.” you gave a small smile.
“Professor, are there any enrollment papers I have to fill out or anything?”
“There are a few on my desk, yes.” Charles
nodded. “Wait. You’re enrolling?”
You shrugged. “I need a place to stay for a
while. A long time. I’ve been flitting from place to place these past few
years. People get so scared…I just need a place where none of that matters.
Where I can be myself.”
“Well then, welcome to the Mansion.”
***
You sat at the fountain about an hour later,
your pen sliding across the paperwork. There was another group of mutants about
a hundred feet away. Even from that distance, you could tell they were talking
about you.
You sighed. Maybe one day you would be used
to even your own kind being terrified of you. Today was not that day.
“Guys! Guys!” Scott ran across the courtyard,
dragging Alex behind him. “Alex is alive!”
“What the hell?” Peter looked over the
once-deceased mutant. Once they were over by the group, you couldn’t hear them
anymore.
“Yeah, apparently the new girl brings back
the dead! She’s like the Grim Reaper or something!”
“The Watcher of the Gate,” corrected Alex. “And
she only brought me back because I wasn’t supposed to die. That was a one-time
deal because Apocalypse interfered.”
“Whatever. I got my brother back!” Scott
shouted. Kurt’s eyes were still locked on you. He leaned against his hand and
sighed dreamily. Your wings were sticking even farther out of your cape. They
were as big, if not even bigger than Warren’s. Your scythe laid on the edge of
the fountain. You bounced the pen against your mouth, thinking of the answers
to the questions on the fourth page of the form. Who knew filling out an
enrollment form for a mutant school would take so long.
“If you like her so much, you should just go
ask her out.” Jean said to Kurt softly. He shook his head, eyes widening in
fear.
“I-I couldn’t. Have you seen me?”
“Dude,” Alex sat with the other mutants. “I
don’t think she’s going to judge you. I’ve met her. She’s pretty nice. And
believe me. She has plenty of problems with people judging her.”
“You zhink I should go talk to her?”
“Yes! Go over there!” Jubilee clapped her
hands, smiling. Kurt nodded. He closed his eyes and made a cross over his body
with a three-fingered blue hand, and then gulped before teleporting to the
fountain.
*Bamf*
“Aah!” You yelled in surprise. Papers dropped
to the ground, and you held your heart. Kurt felt horrible. “Oh my God, I’m
sorry. I wasn’t expecting that.” You laughed softly.
“I’m sorry!” he apologized sheepishly. His
cheeks were already tinted purple. “I, um, I’ll go-”
“Don’t,” you grabbed his wrist. He swallowed
thickly, amber eyes meeting yours. “I’d just…I don’t have very many friends,
and I wouldn’t mind some company…”
“Okay,” Kurt nodded. He gathered your papers
and handed them to you, catching a glimpse of the words across the top. “You’re
enrolling?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. Your fingers drifted up
to the edge of your hood, and you pulled it down. Kurt almost melted into a
puddle at the sight of your face. “I’m (Y/N).”
“Kurt. Kurt Vagner. But in zhe circus, I vas
called zhe Incredible Nightcrawler,” he smiled, showing off his pointed fangs.
His tail waved contently behind him, almost as if it had a mind of its own.
“Well, you truly are incredible,” you stated,
taking him in. He was astounding. You thought for a second. “Wait. Were you in
the Munich Circus? In Germany?” Kurt nodded. “I think I’ve seen you before.
They called me there to bring back an acrobat once. She fell and the net broke.”
“I remember,” Kurt nodded, recalling having
seen you only a few years earlier. He had only seen you briefly, and only from
the back. He had seen your wings.
“You can touch them if you want,” you smirked
when you trailed his gaze to your magnificent wings. You reached up to your
neck, undid the button that held your cape on, and pulled it off, folding it
neatly beside you.
“R-really?” he asked. You nodded, stretching
one towards him. You took one of his hands and guided it there. He gently,
slowly stroked your soft feathers. They were softer than anything he had ever
felt. No fabric could compare to them. It was indescribable. “Zhey’re so soft.”
“Yeah. They kind of are,” you shrugged. “Um,
Kurt, could you uh…what does this question mean?” you pointed to the sheet. He
gladly explained, helping you fill out the form in its entirety. You had a
feeling you were going to like it here.
***
It was a few months later. You were very close to
Kurt, Scott, and Alex especially. People were timid to meet you, but as you
came out of your shell, slowly shedding your cape and your mysterious need to
be alone, they did too. More people approached you, asking you to play games
with them or help them with homework.
You were sitting beneath your favorite tree
on campus with Jean, Jubilee, and Ororo.
“Wait, he thinks what?” You asked Jean. You
were talking about Kurt.
“He legitimately believes that you his black-winged
guardian angel.” Jean repeated.
“Awwwwww,” you, Jubilee, and Ororo cooed.
“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,”
Jubilee smiled, glancing over at the guys on the other side of the campus. They
were getting ready for something, you could tell. It looked like Peter was
giving Kurt a back massage, and Alex was giving a pep talk. Warren and Scott
seemed to be there for moral support. Kurt was dressed in his clothes from the
circus, the only dressy clothes he owned with a tail hole in the back, and he
was holding a small bouquet of wild flowers.
“Oh my God. They’re giving him a pep talk.”
Jean said, tuning into their thoughts. “He’s gonna come over here and ask you
out.”
“Oh my God,” you smiled. “He all dressed up. That’s
the cutest thing ever.”
“He’s in love with you.” Ororo stated. The
others nodded. “Here he comes. Let’s get out of here!” The other girls left,
leaving you under the tree alone.
*Bamf*
“Guten tag, mein engel.” Kurt smiled. You
stood up to face him. “I vas vondering…I vas vondering if you vould like to…to
go out vizh me?”
Instead of replying, you grabbed him by the
collar of his circus jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. In shock, he dropped
the flowers. His lips were soft and sweet. He was so gentle, kissing you back
carefully. Your hands rose to his cheeks, thumbs sliding across his scarred
blue skin.
You felt timid hands on your hips and a tail
around your waist. You smiled. He was stiff, nervous, shaking, but he was
getting used to it. You pulled your lips away from his and pressed a kiss to
his cheek before hugging him tightly. His arms gripped you, and you could hear
his racing heart.
“Yes, Kurt.” you whispered into his ear. “I
would love to go out with you.”
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