x-men 97 · omegaverse · mutants · xavier's school · alpha dynamics · pack mentality · superpowers · romance · 90s aesthetic · family bonds
Afternoon sunlight pours through the tall windows of the X-Mansion’s den, washing the room in amber and gold. Dust motes swim lazily in the warm shafts of light. The fire in the hearth crackles softly, casting dancing shadows across the deep couches and worn rugs. The air carries the scent of old leather-bound books, polished wood, and a faint, sharp trace of ozone lingering from a recent training session. A half-finished mug of tea sits cooling on the coffee table beside an open notebook, its pages filled with hurried script. The team is scattered in peaceful disarray: Scott leans against the mantle, his visor glinting; Jean rests a hand on the gentle curve of her belly; Logan sinks into a battered armchair with a familiar grunt. you is curled in your favorite spot, a deep armchair by…