Prompt:
Maybe Pyro x reader where she is some kind of ice mutant? So there’s this
natural tension because of their mutation and it either gets really smutty or
really fluffy.
Note:
Yaaaaaassss Pyro!
Warnings:
Terrible puns. I am sorry. (No I’m not.) and Swears.
It was a nice, winter afternoon at the X
Mansion. You were in your favorite spot in the mansion: right in front of the
fireplace. Being an ice-bender meant lots of sweaters, lots of shivers, and
most of all, being cold all. the. time.
You were wrapped up in a nice knit grey
sweater with several layers and a scarf on, sipping from a mug of hot cocoa,
and shivering in front of the flickering flames. John walked in, wearing only a
wife-beater and jeans, flicking the cap of his lighter open and closing it, as
was his little habit.
“Hey there, shivers. What’s up?”
“Not much.” You replied, sipping from your
mug, but not looking up from the paper and ink in your hands.
“You know, Bobby never gets as cold as you
do, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe, hothead.” you chuckled. “And
it’s because Bobby has a lid on his powers. I do not.”
“Hothead, huh?” John chuckled, pulling the
fire from the fireplace and manifesting it in his hand. You became colder, if
that was possible and tugged at the sleeves of your sweater.
“John! Not cool!”
“Admit you like me.”
“What? No! Put the fire back and get out of
here!”
“Why? Are you too cool for me?”
“John!”
John closed his fist, putting out the fire.
He shrugged, smirking.
“Oops.”
“Asshole,” you grumbled, your fingertips beginning
to lose feeling.
“Why do you need fire when you’ve got me? I
swear, I give off heat like a fucking furnace.” John hopped over the back of
the couch and sat beside you. He pulled you to his chest, and though you were
hesitant at first, you melted into his touch. He was right. He was so warm.
John laid down on the couch with you on top
of him. You rested your head on his chest and pulled your blanket up around the
both of you. He gently brushed the stray strands of hair out of your face as
you finally, finally stopped
shivering.
“God, you’re so cold,” he said with genuine
concern. You nodded.
“I’m used to it.”
“You don’t have to be. How about I make you a
deal? I’ll keep you warm in the winter, you keep my cold in the summer. Deal?”
“Deal,” you sighed, snuggling deeper into his
warmth.
“Oh, and uh, one more thing.”
“Hmm?”
“Go out with me.”
“Well…” you pretended to think about it, but
tilted your head up to press an icy kiss to his cheek, causing him to smile. “I
guess that’ll have to do. You know what they say. Opposites attract.”
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